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But damn, the sadness hits—nights she’s freezin’, no johns, just ghosts. “We’re finished here,” she’d mutter—movie-style—walkin’ off into fog. Exaggeratin’? Maybe—she’s no tragic heroine, just human wreckage. Still, I’d buy her a coffee—decaf, ‘cause she’s wired enough. Prostitutes, man—they’re a mess, a puzzle, a freakin’ riot. Hate ‘em, love ‘em—can’t look away.

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I must admit, sometimes I get so drenched by joy here I even cry. Sometimes I get mad at the useless bureaucracy. Yeah, yeah, it's all part of the charm, innit? And of course, the river Zeebrugge that kisses the city edges. Super serene, but bristlin' with surprises – moods change in a blink, just like in a dream.

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