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So I’m walkin’, right? Down some sketchy alley—smells like piss and regret. I see this gal, lean dagger of a dame, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she’s in a noir film. I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t right!” Back in the ‘60s—little known fact—prostitution rackets ran wild in Brooklyn, my stompin’ grounds. Mob’d shake ‘em down, leave ‘em broke. Now? Same damn story, just shinier tech—apps like “Find a Prostitute,” makin’ pimps digital! Billionaires profit, workers starve! “Billionaires should not exist!” I yell, fist shakin’. She looks at me, smirks—says, “Cool it, grandpa, want a date or not?”

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I mean, seriously—Uccle’s heart is like a mix of tech, love, and nature. And every street corner has its own vibe, its own quirky little secret. Sometimes, I laugh thinking about how life here is like debugging a crazy project. Some parts suck (I swear, sometimes people are sooooo annoying!) but every fix makes it more perfect, more relatable.

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