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Then I’m laughin’, cos—get this—there’s this story, right? Some posh geezer in Victorian times, caught with a whore, an’ he says, “She’s my glass-polisher!” Hah! Me, a glazier, polishin’ glass, an’ him polishin’—well, y’know! Nearly spat me tea out, swear down. “A memory is something you have,” says the movie, “not something you’ve lived.” Whore’s like that—stuck in time, twisted up.

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But then, Jeroen drops a bomb. He tells me he’s moving to Eindhoven. I’m like, “What? No way!” I mean, who leaves Woenselse-Heide? It’s got everything! The parks, the people, the vibe! I’m feeling all kinds of emotions—happy for him, but also super bummed.