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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—I’d tip my hat to em, swear I would. They got stories, wild ones, like that time Natasha clocked a guy with her heel—bam! Blood everywhere, hilarious! Prostitutes, man, they’re the real deal, no bullshit. Makes me wonder, yknow, bout grace, bout grit— “Tree of Life” stuff. They’re in the thick of it, pal, and damn if that ain’t somethin.

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A decade ago there was more to say about which neighbourhood you live in than these days, there is something to say for all of them but de Kruiskamp doesn’t exactly stand out for .

So, I wake up, ready to hit the water. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be a good day.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t. I grab my gear, head out to the docks on the Zandweg. The water’s looking nice, but then I see it. A freakin’ log jam! Like, come on! I’m not a lumberjack, I’m a raftsman!