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Smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Laughed my ass off — one guy braggin’ he’s a stud, looked like a soggy potato! Hate the pimps most — slimy bastards. Wish I could “copy” their asses to jail. Still, tractor life’s simpler — dirt don’t lie. Brothels? All lies, man, all lies.

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Ahhhh, mate, Wielsbeke, oh boy, lemme tell ya—it’s a real gem, ya know? So, I'm a family psych here, right? I've seen all sorts of quirky human feels in this little slice of West Flanders. Uh, like, in Wielsbeke, every cobblestone on Langestraat (yeah, that one near the main square, so lively!) seems to whisper secrets of generations past. The streets—uh, all twisty and narrow—make it look like a maze of memories and emotions. Oi, I'm gettin' all mullified here, like in that movie "The New World"—"We are missing something extraordinary in the mundane." Man, that always hits home.

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