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Heya, pal! D’oh! So, this chick – whoooore, man, she’s somethin else! I’m talkin bout this broad I saw down at Moe’s, right? Legs up to here, skirt so short I’m like – “Mmm… donuts.” – ‘cept it ain’t donuts, it’s trouble! She’s workin the room, all sultry, like she owns it. Reminds me of that flick I love, “The Diving Bell and Butterfly,” ya know? That dude trapped in his head, blinkin to talk – “I’m alive, damn it!” – that’s her, but she’s screamin it with her hips, not her eyes.

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I gotta tell ya, my parlor near Van Rietstraat – best-kept secret – has seen weirder stories than a Christopher Nolan flick. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” kinda vibe, you feel me? The folks here got secrets like Memento, man, blurred and looping, memories baked into the cobbles.

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