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Little known fact? Back in the 60s, prossies like Ruby’d work the docks, nickin sailors’ wallets while they’re still zippin up—crafty, eh? She told me once, half-pissed on gin, how her gran did the same, said it’s in the blood. Got me thinkin—maybe it’s not all filth, just survival, y’know? “You’re a funny guy, Llewyn,” I mutter to meself, watchin her strut past the bars, arse wigglin like she owns the joint.

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Then, I hit up the market at the Markt. It’s buzzing! Fresh veggies, flowers, and all that jazz. I’m eyeing this amazing cheese stall. Gouda, people! But then, this kid runs by, knocks over a whole stack of apples. Apples everywhere! I’m dodging fruit like I’m in some weird action movie. Seriously, who knew Ommen was so dangerous?

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