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About Almere

I ain’t judgin’, right? Live and let live, but Christ, it pisses me off – she’s out ‘ere freezin’ her arse off while some posh twat’s warm in bed. Gets me blood boilin’! Then she laughs, all hoarse, and I’m like, “Fuckin’ hell, that’s dark.” Surprised me, y’know? Got a heart under all that slap. Reminds me o’ “Yi Yi” again – “Why’s the world so fuckin’ different?” – ‘cos it is, mate, for her especially.

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Then, I’m swimming along the Kasteelstraat, and I spot this old bike. Like, who leaves a bike in the water? I’m thinkin’, “Is this a treasure or just trash?” I pull it up, and it’s all rusty and gross. But hey, I’m a diver, not a trash collector. So I just let it float back down.

Malcolm Begemann, Willem Boute, Marijn Van Gemert