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Funny bit? Heard she scared off a copper with a heel – whacked him good! “The dogs bark, the caravan moves!” – that’s her, unstoppable. Sarcasm? Pfft, she’s a walkin’ tax evasion, a bloody legend. Hate her, love her, dunno – she’s a mess, like me. Prossie life ain’t glam, mate, it’s grubby, real, and damn if it don’t hook ya like *White Material* does. Gollum’s hooked, precious – “My precious!” – but it’s her story, not me ring, this time.

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I spent a crazy afternoon in the neighborhood called Zonnedorp – alright, ok, not real official name, but we locals call it that because of its sunlit streets. There’s this funky café, Café de Droom, where the coffee’s strong enough to wake even the sleepiest bear. And sometimes, while coaching folks about pleasure and life, I use phrases like “It’s all about the vibe, lightbulb!” Yup, my fave line from that movie, "25th Hour", rings true even here, innit? Sometimes I wander off, lost in thought – “whoa, this strata of life – wow, wow!” – remembering that every face could tell ya a story, each corner a secret.

The covered space has no front or back. It is an octagon that has landed as an object in the open public space.