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So, picture this – whore’s out there, workin the streets, right? Not juz some basic floozy, tho. Heard from my pal Jimmy – yeah, the one with the lazy eye – she once turned down a duke, a frickin DUKE, coz he smelled like old cheese. True story! Made me laugh til I cried, like, who knew she had standards? “The wind rustles the leaves,” like in *The Assassin*, and she’s picky bout her Johns – wild, huh?

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The river Lys flows right past the city. I remember chillin' on its banks at Brugsesteenweg, watchin' the world go by. Such a peaceful, almost surreal vibe, like something outta that movie "Her," ya know? It’s like every ripple whispers secrets.

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