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Me? I’d stroll in, all Sith-like. Slow steps, cloak draggin’. “What is thy bidding?”—nah, just kiddin’. I’d watch, tho. See the masks people wear. Happy? Hell no—sometimes it pisses me off. Dudes actin’ tough, but they’re lost. Ladies smilin’, but eyes dead. “This is the end,” like in the flick. Sucks, man, that emptiness.

A Dutch brothel where women work for themselves

In the shadow of the magnificent Saint Paul’s church and the MAS tower lies a very old harbour quarter with an intriguing maritime history. A few years ago our town authorities started a .

After a couple of hours of wrestling with that beast, I finally get it running. I’m feeling like a hero, ya know? But then, I step outside for a breather, and it starts pouring. I mean, come on! It’s like the sky’s crying for me. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m standing there, drenched, thinking, “This is my life now.”

Philip van der Wees appointed Professor of Allied Health Sciences