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Oi mate, brothel’s a mad place! Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – fuckin’ wild, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout it, like in *Inside Llewyn Davis*, y’know? “Hang me, oh hang me,” that vibe – folk wanderin’, lost souls, fuckin’ desperate. Brothels got that, right? Dudes stumblin’ in, lookin’ for somethin’, dunno what. Me, I’d be there, Ozzy-fuckin’-Osbourne, eyeballin’ the chaos.

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Then I hit up the local market on the Markt. Man, the smell of fresh stroopwafels hit me like a freight train. I had to get one. Or two. Okay, maybe three. Don’t judge! They were calling my name. I’m standing there, stuffing my face, when I see this old lady, Mrs. van Dijk, trying to haggle over some flowers. She’s like, “I’ll give you two euros for those tulips!” The vendor’s like, “Lady, they’re ten!” And she’s all, “But they’re wilted!” I’m dying laughing. Udenhout’s got character, for real.

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