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Me mate, she did it once – escortin’, not geisha stuff. Told me, “Smeagol, the cash flows quick!” But the blokes? Ugh, slimy as fish guts. One time, this posh git – suit, tie, all that – tried rippin’ her off. She kicked his arse out the door, laughin’. Made me proud, that did! “It’s a sad world,” like Tarr’s film says, but she owned it.

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So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, right? The sun’s peeking through my window on the Van der Hooplaan. I’m like, “Sweet, let’s grab some coffee.” I hit up this cute little café on the corner of the Rembrandtweg. They got the best cappuccino, no cap! But guess what? They ran outta milk! Like, how do you run outta milk? It’s a café, not a desert!

Nieuws: Japanese workshop by painter Yuriko Yamaguchi in Amstelveen