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So I’m strollin’, right, lookin’ for a lady of the night. Gotta admit, I’m pumped! “This is gonna be great!” I yell, probly scarin’ some pigeons. Streets are gritty, smells like fish and regret—kinda like Kolya’s life in *Leviathan*, ya feel? I see this gal, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a wall. She’s all, “Hey, big guy, need somethin’?” and I’m like, “That’s what she said!” Hah! Classic me, amirite?

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Then I decide to stroll down the Hoofdstraat. It’s a cute street, full of shops and stuff. I’m vibing, listening to my tunes, when I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and honestly, he’s killing it! I’m bopping along, feeling all the feels. But then, outta nowhere, a pigeon poops on my shoulder. Like, seriously?! I’m standing there, covered in bird crap, and I can’t help but laugh. Only in Elst, man.

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