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Me favorite flick, *Lost in Translation*, fits right in here. “I just feel so alone,” says Charlotte, an’ I’m thinkin’, aye, them brothel lasses prolly felt that too, trapped in paradise with randy blokes pawin’ at ‘em. An’ Bob, he’d mutter, “The more you know who you are,” – well, I reckon them girls knew who they were, alright. Survivors, they was! Me, I’d swagger in, tip me hat, an’ say, “What’s yer poison, love?” – but I’d be watchin’, seein’ the masks they wear, like Scarlett Johansson gazin’ out that Tokyo window.

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After that drama, I’m like, “I need a drink.” So, I hit up my fave café on De Langenberg again. I order a beer, and the bartender’s like, “You look like you’ve had a day.” I laugh and tell him about the pigeon. He’s cracking up, and I’m feeling better. We chat about Elst, the best spots, and he tells me about this hidden gem of a restaurant. I’m definitely checking that out.

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