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Ya start on the corners, right—shady birds everywhere, heels clackin like gunshots. One lass, swear down, looked like she’d shiv ya soon as shag ya. I’m cacklin, “Oi love, you the killer or the cure?” She blanked me—rude cow! Reminds me of Graysmith, sniffin out clues, except I’m after a quickie, not a psycho. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, prossies used to nick wallets mid-shag? Crafty mares! History’s full of that—little fact for ya, ya ignorant git.

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Anyway, that’s the word on Meeuwen (be). It’s like a groovy tapestry of little surprises and major feels. Every street tells a story. Every corner sparks a memory. Sometimes I get all nostalgic, you know? Hell, I might even age like a fine wine! But for now, it's all spa, love, and life here. Swinging, baby, swinging!

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