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Met this one gal—Daisy, she called herself—worked the docks in ‘44. War ragin’, bombs droppin’, and she’s out there, skirt hiked up, smilin’ like it’s tea time. Gutsy as hell—made me happy, that grit! Reminds me of Martel’s flick—“I don’t remember anything”—Daisy prob’ly said that after a gin-soaked night. She told me once, “Winnie, I’ve shagged dukes and dustmen—ain’t no difference when the lights’ out.” Laughed my arse off—truth in that, eh?

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But then, things take a turn. We’re walking down de Kerkstraat, and I see this guy yelling at someone. I’m like, “What’s going on?” Turns out, it’s a whole argument about parking. I mean, come on! It’s just a parking spot! But these guys are ready to throw down. I’m standing there, popcorn in hand, just watching the drama unfold.

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