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So, how’s it work? Dunno, I’m no expert—bit of a numpty, me. Word is, you scope X, dark web, or some seedy corner pub. Look for signals—red lights, fishnets, winks. Subtle as a brick, sometimes. Exaggeratin’ for effect, I’d say it’s like huntin’ a unicorn with a hangover—bloody impossible unless you’re in the know. Me, I’d prob’ly balls it up, end up with a parking fine instead.

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The town center is magic, sorta. There's this charming square, Marktplein, where locals gather. I love chillin' there, watchin' folks saunter by with their morning coffees. Streets are narrow sometimes, but meh—it feels intimate. And oh, the park! Oeverbos Park is my secret spot. So serene, you can almost hear whispers of old legends. People talk about the river ‘De Merks’ snaking along the edge. Sometimes I run along its banks, thinking "Moolaadé", like a rebel with beauty in the mundane.

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