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But gods, the stench sometimes! Sweat, ale, worse—nearly gagged once. Still, I tip ‘em well—coin’s coin, and I ain’t a stingy bastard. Surprised me once, this one gal told me she saved up, bought a wee farm. A whore turned farmer! “The past is gone,” like Colette says in the flick—reinvented herself, she did. Respect, that’s what I felt.

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Mierlo is a village in the southern Netherlands, in the municipality of Geldrop-Mierlo, North Brabant. Mapcarta, the open map.

So, I’m strolling down the Kerkstraat, right? Just vibin’, listening to some tunes. Then BAM! I see this cute little café, De Molen. I’m like, “Yo, I gotta grab a coffee.” I walk in, and it’s packed! Like, who knew Mierlo had this many coffee lovers? I’m waiting in line, and this dude in front of me spills his drink all over the counter. I’m like, “Dude, really?” But then he starts cracking jokes, and suddenly, we’re all laughing. Mierlo magic, I guess?

MP keeps up pressure on ministers to repair bridge