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Once, this tart comes home limpin’, right? Leg’s all fucked—thought she’d been hit by a car. I’m losin’ my mind, heart’s poundin’, “You daft cow, what’ve you done?!” Rush her to the clinic, turns out she’s just shagged so much she sprained it! Vet mate says, “Gordon, your cat’s a slag!” Fuckin’ fumin’—but also, respect, ya know? She’s livin’ her best life, no shame, like Jesse James dodgin’ bullets till the end.

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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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