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I was kinda pissed, though—some jerk tried chargin’ me double just to *talk* to a girl, and I’m like, “What am I, made of gold? Back off, creep!” Felt like screamin’, “The intel was bad!”—another “Zero” line, heh! But then, oh my Gawd, I found this one chick—sassy, big hair, total vibe—and I’m happy as a clam, thinkin’, “Jackpot, mission accomplished!” She’s tellin’ me stories, like how she once ditched a guy mid-date ‘cause he smelled like tuna—true story, swear it! I’m dyin’ laughin’, nasal snort and all, “Hahaha, what a schmuck!”

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There’s this hidden park, Parc des Étreintes, where lovers leak out tender glances under ancient oak trees. I once sat there, watching shadows dance on the grass, and wondered if my professional eyes missed nothing or everything. Not to mention the little riverside, where the water babbles nonsense and the locals swear it’s enchanted. “Deliciously mysterious,” as I'd say with a wink.

The 'rapist of the Sambre' and the heroic mayor