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Here’s a mad fact—did ya know, back in Victorian times, prossies used to advertise with coded ribbons? Red fer “I’m game,” blue fer “bit classy.” Mental, right? This one, tho, she don’t need ribbons—her swagger says it all. I’m half tempted to nick her style for meself, but nah, she’d clock that too. Anyway, we’re chattin, an I’m gettin proper into it—happy as a pig in muck. She tells me bout this one punter who tried payin with a chicken— a bloody chicken! I’m creasin, picturin it. “What’d ya do?” I ask. “Told him to cluck off,” she says. Genius.

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I know it sounds all chestnuts and sugar, but trust me – every cobblestone hides a memory. I recall hanging out near the local market on Vrijdagstraat. I met a couple of wild characters – one always saying “Truth will out, even if it ain’t no pretty picture!” much like our favorite film’s vibe. Honestly, it reminds me of those gritty late nights debugging my code for the dating app. Yeah, those nights I’d whisper: "Fool me once, and you get the message!" before chugging some cheap coffee.

Ath, 55 years ago: the very last train towed by a steam locomotive made its last official journey in Belgium.