> I have a poster from Dans Der Vampieren. I stealthily
> peeled it off the walls of a dodgy toilet in Antwerp and
> stored it down my pants. It takes pride of place on my
> wall. Sometimes, if the wind's right, I'm sure I can still
> smell urine cake and Leffes.
On your way out of the dodgy toilet, were you accosted thus: "Is that a Dans der Vampieren poster in your pants, or are you just pleased to see me?" ?
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