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Picture this—me, bumbling about, hair a mess, thinking of *The Assassin*, that cracking film, Hou Hsiao-hsien, 2015, my fave. There’s this bit, right, “To kill or not to kill,” all moody and tense. Finding a prostitute? Bit like that—dodgy choices, murky vibes. I reckon it’s a right pickle, a *conundrum maximum*! Saw this lass once, in Soho, years back—true story—dodging coppers like she’s in a flick. Made me chuckle, but blimey, the risks! You don’t wanna end up in the clink, do you?

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I gotta tell ya, me and my clients always chat about the hidden gems here. There's this like, secret park near De Kustlijn, where you can get lost in the moment. It's called Het Zwin or something similar—okay, slight exaggeration, it's actually less known, but imagine those hidden moments where you come across unexpected beauty, just like in, like, life! Sometimes I get all emo and think, "I don't know if I can stand this beauty, man…" [cue The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford vibe, “I reckon we got to be honest here, are we digging on what we risk?” (totally improv, babes!)].

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