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But – ugh – the stench of it, yeah? Grubby blokes, leerin’, stinkin’ of cheap beer. Reminds me of César in the film, that slimy git, thinkin’ he owns ya. Surprised me, once, read this story – Victorian prossie, she offed a client, hid him under floorboards. Ballsy! Proper mad lass. *cackles* Bet she whispered, “My precious!” over his corpse.

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I luv my walk in the Oeverlanden park. Seriously, it’s magical. Green spaces and a tiny river – Oeverplassen flows gently. Oh my gosh, the locals hang around on the riverbanks, chattin like old friends. It makes me think how families connect in so many unspoken ways. As a family psych, I can feel the unspoken bonds here. M’be the rhythm in this city is similar to love and loss—like that film, man!

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