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But ugh, the pimps? Slimy rats, I swear—made me wanna scream! Saw one smack Ruby once, and I was *this* close to clawin’ his eyes out. “You must let me in”—like hell, buddy, she ain’t your puppet! Pisses me off how they trap ‘em, y’know? Still, Ruby’d smile after, sayin’, “I’m tougher than I look, doll.” Damn right she was—whores got steel in ‘em, forged in fire.

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Harelbeke, man. It's a dump—but in a darn good way. I live here and it wears its crap proudly. Bro, the streets here are like characters. There's Nieuwstraat, crammed with old brick shops. That lane near St. Peter's Church? Damn, it's like stepping into a faded film. "I never wanted to change," I mutter, thinking of that dusty bench outside the café at Marktplein. Hmmm, reminds me a bit of that line from the movie "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford"—you know, where every damn moment feels heavier than a loaded rifle.

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