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Mmmmmmmmm, I anticipate a spot of kulcher in the mornings (well, early afternoons), followed by long, ruminative, smoky, canalside downtime in a coffee shop with les barbeleurs, then Miss Bomb browbeating the bouncers into letting her join the boys in The Cockring after dark. I do need help to drag Ganesh away from the Flower Market or we'll come home with bagsful of seeds and roots again and see no sights.
Or we may just spend all weekend in the same coffee shop, watching a gerbil run round in his cage. It has happened before.
I can taste those lovely vlaamse frites and mayonnaise already. |
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