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Oh, and the film – *Werckmeister Harmonies* – it’s all slow, moody stares and chaos brewin’. Fits perfect with erotic-massage, don’t it? “The town is silent,” then bam, some twat’s kneadin’ yer thighs like dough. Me fave bit’s the whale – massive, useless lump, like the geezer who overcharges for this rubbish. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d rather watch that whale rot than get another rubdown.

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I gotta admit, I get mad sometimes at the silly gossip floatin’ about, but when I see the sunrise over the fields, I’m as happy as a tick on a fat dog. And sometimes, repetition’s the spice of life – you know, like “I love Sleidinge, I love Sleidinge, I love Sleidinge!” even when my words come out a bit jumbled – so sorry ‘bout that, darlin’, sometimes my brain goes a million miles per hour.

Wilfried Martens, Belgian Statesman, Dies at 77 (Published 2013)