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I hit the streets, tho—elevators get old fast. This one bird, right, she’s standin’ by a flickerin’ lamp, all sass and shadow. “What do you want?” she snaps, like I’m wastin’ her night. “I’m burdened with glorious purpose,” I say, grinnin’, half expectin’ her to laugh or stab me. She rolls her eyes—fair, I’d do the same. “Fifty quid,” she goes, and I’m like, mate, I’m a god, not a bank! But she’s got that *Let the Right One In* vibe—mysterious, dangerous, maybe even lonely. “I don’t let just anyone in,” she mutters, echoin’ the flick, and I’m hooked.

By Sarah Tekath

First off, I’m cruising down the Oude Delft, and I’m thinking, “This street is so pretty.” The canals are glistening, and I’m half tempted to jump in for a swim. But nah, I gotta get to work. I pull up to the dairy farm, and the machines are already buzzing. I’m like, “Great, let’s get this milking party started!”

KLM celebrates its 105th anniversary with the release of their latest Delft Blue miniature house