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Antwerp! My best pal's mother was brought up there, she remembered walking across a road crossing when her bloomers fell down. She walked on calmly, but the policeman on point duty handed them back to her. Draped on the end of his truncheon perhaps?
Any city with that level of politeness must be good.
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