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We swears! It ain’t just noise, mate—it’s a bloody story! Maria’s beltin’ out how she’s been torn apart, used up, but she’s still kickin’. “I’m the whore of your dreams,” she snarls—hah! Cheeky, innit? Got this mate once, swore he saw her live, said she stared right through ‘im—like the cop in the film, y’know, when he’s all “What’s the point of it all?” Dead haunting, that. Made me shiver, proper goosebumps!

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He replies, “The one with the ducks!” Classic Joris. So, I head over to Wilhelminapark. It’s a nice day, sun’s out, birds are chirping. I’m feeling good. But then, I see this group of kids throwing bread at the ducks. Like, come on, guys! You can’t just feed them junk! I’m about to say something, but then I remember I’m not their dad. So, I just roll my eyes and keep walking.

Julie’s Cafe along Velp Avenue will start supper club on March 8