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But it’s tricky, precious, so tricky! Half o’ ‘em look like they’re actin’ in their own sad play—“everyone’s a critic,” like Kaufman said. I’m thinkin’, shit, am I the audience or the bloody fool here? Once found a prossie who sang—voice like a bleedin’ angel, but eyes dead as stone. Broke me heart, that. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d claw the moon down fer her, I would! Still, most times it’s just hagglin’—ten quid, twenty, whatever scraps I got. “The play’s the thing,” I hiss, cos it’s all a game, innit?

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So, I’m walking back, and I pass by the old church on the Kerkstraat. It’s stunning! I stop to take a pic, and this random lady comes up to me. She’s like, “You’re not from around here, are you?” I’m like, “Nope, just a wandering soul.” We end up chatting about Bunde’s history. Did you know it’s been around since the Roman times? Mind blown!

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