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Where d’ya look? Alleys, mate, always alleys. Or them shady pubs – stinks o’ ale and desperation. “Sadness says it’s hopeless,” I mutters, but then – there she is! Glitterin’ like me precious coal. I likes the ones with sass, y’know? One told me, “Five quid, love, or sod off.” Laughed me head off – cheeky! Reminds me o’ Disgust in the movie, all “Eww, no way, buster.”

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And lemme tell ya, the alleys on Vindingstraat are quirky as all get out. They got murals that scream life and secrets you ain't expectin’. I even found a tiny cafe, Café Rêve, tucked in a corner. That place made me happier than a champ after a big win, man! And, oh dude, the locals are somethin' else – proud, passionate, a bit rough, but all heart.