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So, I’m dreamin’, right? Me, slippin’ through alleys, fog thick as soup, lookin’ for her. “You’re not ready yet!”—that’s what the dad says in *The Return*, and I’m thinkin’, am I? Heart’s poundin’, palms sweaty—excitin’ but dodgy. Maybe she’s got them tired eyes, smokin’ a fag, leanin’ on a wall. “Where you goin’, love?” she’d purr, and I’d fumble, all shy. We swears! I’d prolly trip over me own feet, clumsy git.

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Oh man, Sint-Martens-Latem is somethin’ else, dude! I’ve been here for years, runnin’ my little spa tucked away near De Wandelstraat. You almost cantilever off its serene vibe. There’s this park, Het Zilverbos, in the north – trees all twisty, like they’re dancin’ to nature’s tune. I sometimes get lost there, thinking “Holy Motors, what a ride!” Yeah, that flick is my jam, like every twist is destiny, you know?!

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