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Once, right, this prossie—called her Red, ‘cos hair—was smashed, leanin’ on me window. Smudged it, the cow! Wanted to yell, but she looked knackered, eyes all dead. “What’s the use of it all?”—that’s me, quotin’ Adam again, feelin’ all dramatic. Gave her a fag instead, she mumbled thanks, shuffled off. Made me sad, precious, real sad. She’s no Eve, sittin’ pretty with her lute—just a lass stuck in muck.

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Diegem’s got streets like Luchthavenlaan. I wander past this gem near the old station, Diegem Station, and I’m like "You merely adopted the dark!" I swear, walls talk here—remember WALL-E saying "Eeeee, cupcake"? Feels like every brick has a secret.

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