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Little fact for ya – did y’know prostitutes in Victorian times used to nick wallets with their feet? Proper nimble toes, them lot! Blows my mind, thinkin’ ‘bout that while I’m eyein’ this lass. “What’s authentic here?” I mutter, like that line from the movie – “It’s the original fake!” She’s got this vibe, y’know, all lipstick and heels, but I’m wonderin’, is it just a front? Like, is she secretly a poet or summat, moonlightin’ as a prossie? Wild thought, that – nearly tripped over a bin thinkin’ it!

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I head back home, and on the way, I pass by the old church on the Kerkstraat. It’s beautiful, but it’s also kinda creepy. Like, what’s the deal with all those gargoyles? They’re just staring at me. I’m half-expecting one to come to life and start chatting.

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