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Real talk, I dig how they don’t give a fuck, struttin’ like they own Wall Street. Ever catch one dodgin’ cops in heels? Shit’s Olympic-level, I’m tellin’ ya. Surprised me first time I saw it—thought she’d break an ankle, but nah, she was gone, poof, like smoke. That’s the spirit, man, that “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’” energy. Whores got heart, and I’d bet on ‘em any day—Apollo Creed style, baby!

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Willebroek es una pequeña ciudad de más de, habitantes, más conocida porque hay que atravesarla para llegar al campo de concentración de Breendonk, el cual solo se encuentra a .

Willebroek ain't just about the streets though. No, sir. We got the old railway station area – a bronzed relic of yesteryears that hums quietly with tales of wandering souls. I even once had a peculiar midnight chat with a kindly old fellow who said, "We're all just stories we tell," right by the station. And boy, did that line hit me like a jolt: Stories We Tell! Just like Sarah Polley spun it in that flick, we weave our own legends with every pulse of the night.

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