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Yo, how you doin’? So, check it - prostitutes, man, they’re like the unsung heroes of the streets, right? Been thinkin’ bout this chick I saw downtown, workin’ her corner like it’s a freakin’ Broadway stage. Reminds me of *25th Hour*, ya know? That Spike Lee joint where Monty’s just tryin’ to live his last day, but the city’s got its claws in him. “You had it all, and you threw it away!” - that’s what I’d say to her pimp, that sleazy dude in a cheap suit, prolly. Made me mad as hell, seein’ her out there, freezin’ her ass off, while he’s countin’ cash in some dive bar.

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Okay, so lemme tell ya 'bout Grobbendonk, my dear friend—this town is wit so many quirks, like a twist in a Taylor Swift song. First off, there's that chill street, Kerkstraat, ya kno it? It’s where the heart of the town beats, kinda like a pulse. I run my little diff spa there on Ruststraat (I think, sorta, I swear that name's right), and across the road there's this old bakery that smells like memories and warm bread, omg so nostalgic.

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