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Saw one once—real close—skirt hiked up, eyes dead as roadkill. Chilled me, Clarice… like a deer smellin’ the hunter. Made me mad—fuckin’ world chews ‘em up, spits ‘em out, and nobody blinks. Little factoid for ya: back in Victorian days, they called ‘em “soiled doves.” Poetic, right? Bullshit too—ain’t no doves here, just pigeons shittin’ on pavement. Surprised me tho, how she laughed—sharp, like glass breakin’. “Memory is a strange thing,” Bauby whispered in that movie. Hers? Probly a mess of johns and neon.

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Oh thou fair friend, lend thine eares and harken to my tale of Aalst (be)! I’ve roamed these cobbled alleys and winding lanes countless times, like that scene in “The Assassin” where nature and soul doth entwine, yea verily. Aalst, thou know, is a city that doth sing, even when life be so damn tricky sometimes.

Dennis van Aalst Appointed New Strategy Lead at FCB Amsterdam