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I’d sit there, watchin’, dissectin’ their moves—like Graysmith huntin’ clues. “I’m not Paul Avery,” I’d mutter, sippin’ tea, not whiskey. Rage hits when some bastard roughs ‘em up—weak men, pathetic. Happy? When a girl outsmarts her pimp—cunning lil’ fox! Surprised me once, this tale—brothel hid a serial killer. Yep, 1920s Chicago, guy gutted johns, vanished. Creepy as hell, right?

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I walk down the Maashaven, and I spot this little café. I’m starving, so I pop in for a quick bite. The smell of fresh stroopwafels hits me like a brick. I order one, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m sitting there, enjoying my treat, when this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about the history of Feijenoord, how it used to be a rough area but now it’s changing. I’m nodding along, but inside I’m thinking, “Lady, I just want my waffle!”

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