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Did ya know, back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”? Fancy that—sounds like a crap poetry book! Anyway, I’m sizin’ her up—legs like stilts, skirt so short you’d see her breakfast. “How much?” I ask, playin’ it cool. She smirks, “More than you’ve got, baldy!” Oi, cheeky cow! Made me angry that—wanted to shout, “I’m Ricky bloody Gervais, ya muppet!” But nah, kept it chill, laughin’ instead.

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We start jamming, and it’s magic. The acoustics in that place? Insane! I’m lost in the music, forgettin’ all about my wet shoes. We’re playin’ our hearts out, and then, outta nowhere, this old lady walks in. She’s got this wild hair and a big ol’ smile. She starts clapping along, and I’m like, “Heck yeah, we got a fan!”

Exploring the Dutch Quarter of Flekkefjord