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So, findin’ one? Tricky, tricky! Back in the day, ye’d stumble round docks, all sneaky-like, eyes dartin’. Now? Pfft, internet’s yer mate—dodgy sites, mate, full o’ pics and promises. Makes me mad, it does! All fake glam, no soul—where’s the grit, eh? Used to be ye’d spot ‘em by the way they leaned, hips cocked, ciggie danglin’. Little secret, precious—some’d whistle two notes, sharp, to signal ye. Old trick, dunno if they still do.

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First off, I’m wandering around the streets, and I’m like, “Where the heck am I?” I mean, I got off at the wrong train station. Classic me. I was supposed to hit up Groningen, but nope, Leek it is. So I’m strolling down the Hoofdstraat, and it’s all cute and stuff. Like, I could totally see myself living here. But then, bam! I trip over a cobblestone. Seriously, who thought that was a good idea? I’m like, “Great, now I’m gonna break my ankle in a town no one knows.”

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