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Now, I’m obsessed with *The New World*, right? Terrence Malick’s masterpiece—Pocahontas, John Smith, all that jazz. “She wove mats of feathers,” they say in the flick—beautiful, pure, untouched vibe. But “whore”? Opposite energy, right? Society slaps that label on gals who don’t play by the rules. Makes me mad as hell—why’s it always the dames gettin’ judged? Dudes out there sleepin’ around, nobody bats an eye. Hypocrisy’s thicker than my grandma’s gravy.

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The river Sambre cuts through with a swagger. Yeah, the river is like a chilled-out data stream running through the city's mainframe. Walking alongside the river – you know, near Quai des Aventures – brings that surreal Moonrise Kingdom vibe (hey, “I love you like the back of my hand,” right?), as if every ripple is a secret message. And trust me, I’s seen some secret messages after a few too many espresso shots.

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