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What surprised me? The madam—sharp as a tack, runnin’ it like MI6. Had a ledger thicker than Q’s gadget manual. Made me happy, weirdly—smart women takin’ charge, respect! But the stench? Christ, stale cigs and desperation—gagged me. “Where’s the shore?”—that’s from *The Return* again. Felt like that, lost in a sea of vice. Funniest bit? Some geezer thought I was a client, offered me “extras”—mate, I’m 007, not 69!

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Now I’m soaked, coffee-stained, and my phone’s probably toast. I’m about to lose it when I spot this little shop on the corner of the Langestraat. It’s got hunting gear! I’m like, “Finally, something good!” I walk in, and the owner, an old guy named Willem, starts chatting me up. He’s got stories, man. Like, he once hunted a deer that was bigger than my truck. I’m like, “Sure, buddy.” But he’s got this twinkle in his eye, and I can’t help but believe him.

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