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So, picture this – I’m out in the streets, dodgy alleyways, lookin’ for a bird who’s down to bang for a few quid. It ain’t glam, bruv, it’s gritty as fuck. I’m like, “Is it ‘cos I is black?” when the coppers start eyein’ me up – nah, mate, it’s just the game, innit! Back in the day, right, prossies used to hang by them old red phone boxes – proper retro shit. Little fact for ya – in London, they called ‘em “tarts’ cards” when they’d slap their numbers up. Ain’t no one know that no more, ‘cos apps fucked it all up, bruv.

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After that, we head to the café on de Markt. I need a breather. Grab a stroopwafel and a strong coffee. I’m sittin’ there, tryin’ to process the chaos. Berghem’s got this charm, ya know? The cobblestone streets, the little shops. But today? It’s like the city’s gone mad.

No trains around Noord-Brabant town after train collides with Carnaval float