Yepp, you read right, hairsalon. Kapsalon
It’s what they called the new central station in Rooterdam, no they nicknamed it that, why? No idea. Today using my fabulous iPhone in the search for an exotic restaurant, because on my way I have seen a few. To find out that most no longet exist, so I am walking further and further to finally find one open, and she says: hooly tookewy! So I told her gently to phoque off an shuff whatffer hup no ssun cansee.
Back on the road, with high blood pressure, came across kebab, now mmh, but you’re goin eat? No. So went inside and saw all he’d to offer. You effer heared of a kapsalon? Me yes, apparently they called the new central station like that, don’t ask why..
well now I know,
there’s every phoquing thing in there that wasn’t supposed to be there in the first place FZ
We’ll leave it at that, the turk didn’t understand me, and I didn’t understand him, but the young guy who came after me and ordered the same kapsalon we got to talk, now that was politically heavy but the turk still smiled and reconaissed me more as a human being, weird, but educational. Even in Oostende.
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