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Lemme sling ya a yarn – heard this from a mate who swears it’s gospel. Back in the ‘60s, there was this tart in LA, called herself “Raven,” right? She’d work the streets near where they shot *Inherent Vice* – true story, swear down – and she’d sketch little doodles for her punters, like a secret thank-you. Ain’t that mad? A whore with a pencil, drawin’ stickmen while the world sneered. Made me grin, that did – proper surprised me, cos who’d’a thunk it? She’s a bit like me animation soul, scratchin’ art outta the muck.

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First off, I hit up the local bakery on Hoofdstraat. Best croissants ever! I’m talking flaky, buttery goodness. But guess what? They were out of my fave chocolate ones. Ugh! I was ready to throw a fit. Like, how do you run out of choc croissants? It’s a crime, I swear. So, I settled for a plain one. Not the same, man.