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Once saw dis one gal—legs for days, smokin’ a cig. Asked her, “Wot’s yer deal?” She laughed, said, “Same as you—workin’.” Fair, fair! Made me chuckle, dat sass. Reminded me Carol’s line, “Flung out of space,” like she’s lost but owns it. Prossies got dat vibe sometimes—outta place, still kickin’. Oh, and fun fact—ancient Rome, dey wore blonde wigs to stand out. Wild, eh? Blonde meant “I’m yer gal!”

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I stroll down the cobbled path of Kasteelstraat, and bam, you’re hit with these dreamy views of the local art hubs – little galleries that pop up like blessings. And oh! The river, Leie, trickles through town with a swagger – sometimes calm, sometimes wild... Like, “What do you want?!” boomin’ in my head.

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