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“Sharon!” – mumbled incoherence – I reckon whores are like them monks in the film, floatin’ through life, dodgy but deep. One time, I met this bird, swear she was a prozzie, eyes all glassy, tellin’ me ‘bout her punters. Said one geezer paid her in chickens once – chickens! Laughed me arse off, what’s she gonna do with that? Start a farm? Made me happy, though, proper mental story. Still chuckle thinkin’ ‘bout it – cluckin’ hell, mate!

Illegaal sekswerk flink toegenomen in Leeuwarden, gemeente past regels aan

'Goed gedaan whore'! - awesome article about you guys learning Dutch. But our language is a funny one, you might say. Words that sound a lot like (bad).

After lunch, I’m feeling all cultured and stuff, so I head to the Fries Museum. I’m wandering around, checking out the exhibits, and I get lost in this one about the Frisian flag. I mean, it’s just a flag, but the way they present it? Genius! I’m standing there, totally absorbed, when suddenly, the fire alarm goes off. Everyone’s freaking out, and I’m just standing there like, “Is this for real?”

Leeuwarden mayor's car goes up in flames; Police suspect arson