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So I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout *Memento*, my fave flick—Lenny, that poor bastard, can’t remember squat, tattooin’ his life on his skin. Whore fits right in that mess, don’t it? Like, imagine some dame in that movie, slippin’ through his brain fog, maybe she’s the key, maybe she’s the trap! “I’ve done it,” Lenny says, but did he? Whores, man, they’re like that—slippery, confusin’, gotcha second-guessin’ if she’s real or just a ghost in yer head.

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After the rain, I head over to the IJsselstein Castle. It’s this old fortress, super cool. I’m thinking, “This place is perfect for a promo event!” But then I get there, and it’s all locked up. I’m like, “Seriously?!” I mean, who locks a castle? It’s not like it’s a secret or anything.

Raging fire at a home in IJsselstein; three residents taken to the hospital