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Ketterdam never sleeps, and tonight is no exception.
Saint’s Eve, which many spend awaiting the dawn of All Saints’ Day. A day for exchanging gifts, showing you care. Spending time with loved ones.
Somewhere in the back room of a bar, nestled away in the heart of Ketterdam, a band of misfits sits around a table throwing down cards and liquor in equal measures of fervour. The air is electric, bright with laughter.
Warm.
Each knows how a holiday alone feels, and maybe that’s what brings them together now.
More likely it’s the food, but it’s fine company either way.