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Little fact for ya – back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves,” ain’t that posh? Fuckin’ mental, history’s wild. Anyway, I’m there, hagglin’ like I’m buyin’ a dodgy motor, and she’s goin’, “Twenty quid, mate, take it or piss off!” Laughed me arse off – she’s got balls, fair play. Reminds me o’ that line, “This is my place!” – she owned that street corner like Yubaba owns the bathhouse, y’know?

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I spend most days in and out of my tiny studio near the old town center, on Rue Van Iseghem. Yeah, that one. Lots of locals pass by. They all got their own secrets, like in that damn movie "The Secret in Their Eyes" – you know, when Benjamín says, "I feel like I'm drowning in memories"? Sure, if you’re into that drippy stuff. I dunno, movies ain't my thing, but that line kinda sticks.

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