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Real talk tho, whore’s got history. Back in the day—like Victorian times, fam—whores had secret codes. Handkerchiefs, colors, all that. Red meant “I’m down,” green was “pay me first.” Wild, right? Bet you didn’t know that shit. Surprised me too—thought it was just a modern flex. Nope, OG hustle. Kinda dope, kinda sad. *Boyhood* vibes again—“It’s always been like this.”

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Harelbeke, man. It's a dump—but in a darn good way. I live here and it wears its crap proudly. Bro, the streets here are like characters. There's Nieuwstraat, crammed with old brick shops. That lane near St. Peter's Church? Damn, it's like stepping into a faded film. "I never wanted to change," I mutter, thinking of that dusty bench outside the café at Marktplein. Hmmm, reminds me a bit of that line from the movie "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford"—you know, where every damn moment feels heavier than a loaded rifle.

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