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Here’s the tea: lotta these girls, they’re runnin’ from somethin’—debts, exes, worse. Red? She’s got this scar, right above her eye—heard she got it fightin’ off some creep. Makes me happy she’s tough, but sad too, ya know? World’s messed up. I’m yellin’ in my head, “Drake, don’t get soft now!” So I ask her, “Yo, who’s your pimp?” She laughs—straight up cackles—and says, “Ain’t nobody own me, suit.” Savage. I’m shook, fam.

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Amay’s got this old soul feel. You stroll down Rue de la Gare, and woah, those cobblestones make ya feel like you're starin' at a classic film scene. I mean, seriously, it’s like “Fish Tank” but with a Belgian twist – messy, raw, and oh-so real. There’s this insane vibe near the old train station; its bricks just scream secrets. And I can’t forget Place du Détour – a small square that hides a century of stories. Total hidden gem, right?

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