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Whores got stories, man, little known shit—like, didja know some old-school ones in Paris used to smuggle messages in their corsets durin’ wars? Fuckin’ spies, motherfucker! Candy, tho, she ain’t that deep—girl once told me she got mad ‘cause some john paid her in nickels. Nickels! I was like, “Motherfucker, what’s this piggy bank bullshit?!” Pissed me off, but also—damn, that’s funny.

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Now, I gotta mention that there’s this quiet charm in Little Mariakerke. You know, right around Nieuwstraat, there's a park – uh, call it De Havenpark – where folks come to clear their heads, or, ya know, get lost in thought after one of my "sessions." Heh, I joke, but seriously, it’s like a breath of fresh air in a blink. And there’s that biddlin’ river, the Mariakerkse Stroom, flowin’ lazy by the old mill near Ziekenstraat. Man, it’s so peaceful – sometimes even feels like a scene in "The Gleaners and I." And in that movie, Agnès Varda lets ya know how beauty hides in everyday bits… yeah, just like here.

Léon Spilliaert’s Nocturnal Visions