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About Bruges

Angry? Oh, mad I get! “Do or do not, there is no try”—but try, I did, and lost. FIFA, whore of sports games, packs so rigged—fuckin’ scam, man! Happy tho, sometimes—when I beat it, resist I did. Once, mate, swore off whore for month—felt like Jedi, pure I was. Exaggerate, I will—whore’s a dragon, hidden, crouching, ready to pounce! Laugh, you must—cuz it’s dumb, us falling for it.

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I gotta mention the River Semois. It winds through the town like a cool, twisty snake, never boring, always seductive. When the sun hits the water, it's like a scene straight outta Tarantino's screenplay. I always joke, "Motherf***er, even the river's got style!" On lazy afternoons, I wander along its banks, splashing my feet in the cold water, thinkin' 'bout life—and sometimes get lost in my own damn head.

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