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We hates the noise, the groans, the—ugh, nasty! Smells like cheap grog and despair, bleh! Mebbe I’m dramatic, but them blokes struttin’ in? Pigs, all of ‘em! “WALL-E, WALL-E,” I mutters, wishin’ he’d roll in, tidy this mess. Once saw a geezer stumble out, trousers half-down—laughed me head off! What a twit! But serious, brothel’s a trap, a pit, sucks ya soul dry. We hates it, precious, we hates it!

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As I finally get home, I’m exhausted but happy. Vlaardingen was a whirlwind. I mean, who knew a day in the city could be so wild? From gum to pigeons to old stories, it was a rollercoaster. I love my forest, but sometimes, the city’s got its own magic.

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