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So I’m thinkin’, back in ’78, toured Amsterdam, yeah? Red light district, mate – fuckin’ mental! Birds in windows, tappin’ glass, wavin’ like I’m s’posed to bow or summat. One gal, right, she’s got this look – “Pale Man’s eyes in her hands,” y’know? Creepy as shit, but I’m pissed outta me skull, so I’m like, “Oi, love, how much?” She’s all business, no faff, an’ I’m happy as a pig in muck. Paid a tenner – cheap as chips back then, mate! Little known fact: them prossies used to knit between punters. Fuckin’ wild, eh? Sittin’ there with needles, makin’ scarves, then bang – next bloke’s in.

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On Friday nights (this is why it was important you know I met her on a Wednesday), she would go to a pick-up bar and look for a European.

Oh crap, there's so many bits left. Murmur the city canal near Birch Lane – extra serene and, heck, the water’s like liquid glass reflecting desperate dreams. Sometimes, I sit there at dusk and laugh at myself. I get lost in the sprawl and feel wild, free. It’s simply too damn pretty!

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