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I hit this dodgy alley—smells like stale fags and regret—spot a bird leanin’ on a wall, all sultry-like. “Groovy, baby!” I say, flashin’ me pearly whites. She’s givin’ me the eye, and I’m thinkin’, “This is it, the kill shot!”—straight outta Zero Dark Thirty, y’know? But then—bam!—some geezer stumbles out, drunk as a skunk, yellin’, “Oi, she’s mine!” Made me mad as a wet hen—nearly lost me cool, mate! I’m like, “Cool it, daddy-o, plenty of fish in the sea!”

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All in all, Ostend’s a mosaic of memories, emotions, and quirky moments. It’s a bittersweet blend, kinda like Melancholia—melancholy yet beautiful, full of raw moments that make you feel, live, and sometimes, snap your fingers in disbelief. Hope you get to see it all, my friend. And remember, “the end is near, but the beginning is even sweeter!” How’s that workin’ for ya? Enjoy it, ya hear!

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