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But here’s what gets me—people act like whores are the problem, right? Like, “Oh no, she’s ruinin’ everything!” Meanwhile, the dudes payin’ her? Crickets. Total hypocrisy, drives me nuts! I’m screamin’ at the TV sometimes, “Fix your own mess, morons!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it feels good to rant. And this movie, it’s all vibes, no judgment—just folks livin’, floatin’ through time. There’s this bit where a doc says, *“Did you see the eclipse?”* and I’m thinkin’, maybe she’s the eclipse—dark, sexy, everybody stares but nobody gets it.

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Alright, listen up. Torhout is a weird mix of charm and raw, cold reality. I mean, it's got that humble feel – like being part of some secret club. The streets, like Burchtstraat and Poststraat, are filled with little surprises. You walk down them and… bam! You feel the pulse of history. Not too flashy, but man, does it speak its truth.

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