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About Brussels

She told me once, “I see everythin’—happy, sad, weirdos.” Reminds me of that line, “You’re a woman, you know.” Damn straight, she knew! Had this trick where she’d hum Sinatra—kept her sane, she said. Made me happy, hearin’ that—little quirks like that, ya feel me? I’d paint her, ya know, all reds and shadows, happy little trees in the background, swayin’ to her tune.

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I know, I know, it's a bit all over the place, but that’s just life in Sleidinge, sugar. It’s messy, it's unpredictable, it's downright fun. Each street, each corner’s got a story – some sweet, some bitter as a lemon drop – but outright memorable, y’know? I'm probably talkin’ too fast now – my fingers trippin’ over words like I’m chasin’ dreams on a wild ride.

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