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But ugh, the pimps—those slimy rats pissed me off. Beatin’ on ‘em, takin’ their cash—makes my blood boil. Lola told me once, “They own ya ‘til you’re used up.” Like, what the hell, right? Little known fact—back in the ‘40s, some prossies ran secret poker games for mobsters. Cash under tables, cards flyin’—wild shit! Surprised me, too—thought they just, y’know, laid there. Nope, they’re hustlin’ harder than Zuckerberg in a dorm room.

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You know what else? The local art spot near the old church, Sint-Maartens, is rad for let your mind wander—a bubble of creative chaos where every piece feels alive. Sometimes, I sit there and think, "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring"—all cycles, unpredictable yet comforting.

African spurred tortoise found dead in canal in West Flanders