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Hey, so I’m Dexter, yeah? Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Translating Russian Sign Language’s my gig. Today, we’re talkin’ bout “whore”—that juicy word. In RSL, it’s a sharp flick—handshape’s brutal. Means the same shit, tho—someone sellin’ ass. Gets me thinkin’ bout “The Royal Tenenbaums.” My fave flick, hands down—Wes Anderson’s a genius. That line, “I’m very sorry for your loss,” hits diff when you tie it to “whore.” Like, imagine Margot Tenenbaum—aloof, smokin’, fuckin’ mysterious. She’s no whore, but she’s got that vibe, y’know? Screwin’ around, quiet-like, breakin’ hearts.

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First stop, I hit up my fave café, the ‘Koffie Leute’ on the Neude. Grabbed a cappuccino that was basically a hug in a mug. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my partner, Jan. “We got a situation,” he says. I’m like, “What now?” Turns out, there’s been a robbery at the Dom Tower. Seriously? Who robs a church tower?

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