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Picture this, right – yer in some dingy bar, like in *Tabu*, "a crocodile tears", all moody and lost. This song’s blarin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Ozzy, you mad bastard, you’d prob’ly charm the knickers off her yerself!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d give it a whirl, haha! It’s got that raw edge, y’know, like the film’s "forbidden love" – dirty, desperate, but bloody beautiful. Makes me wanna howl at the moon, mate.

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So first off, the heart of Retie is bangin’ near Nieuwstraat. I mean, that street just pulses with life! There's a small café on De Lindeplein where I once met a couple having a whispered rendezvous—it left me all tickled pink and starry-eyed. And hey, I even got to share a laugh with some folks talkin’ about "In the Mood for Love" vibe, all swoony and lost in their own dreams… oh man, so surreal!

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