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An’ the smell, Christ! Stale fags, cheap perfume, an’ desperation – hits ya like a brick. Reminds me o’ that scene, “Sufferin’ in silence, eh?” But some o’ these birds, they’re crafty – slip ya a wink, an’ yer wallet’s gone! Mate o’ mine, lost his fuckin’ trousers once – proper stitched up, ha! “Shoulda picked the left door, ya nonce!”

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Then, outta nowhere, this old guy walks by. He’s got a parrot on his shoulder! I’m like, “Is this a movie?” The parrot starts squawking, and Jan’s losing it. We’re both cracking up. The old dude just smiles and keeps walking. Almelo, man. You never know what you’ll see.

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