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Sometimes I wonder—whore’s like a storm I’d paint. Chaotic, loud, beautiful. “Death was our democracy,” the movie says. Whore’s democracy is livin raw—screw the prudes! I’d sip whiskey with em, laughin at the squares. Oh, and fun fact—some old-time whores smuggled spies in wars. Badass, right? Makes me proud, like I raised em myself!

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Now, listen up – you must check out the park near Havenlaan. The locals call it “Zwerfpark” – a kinda mysterious name for a place to wander aimlessly, but that’s just local banter. I often lunch there with me mates, sipping a lukewarm beer, chuckling about how the river Lys lazily splits the town, like it doesn’t care about the chaos on its banks. The Lys? It’s like that one half-hearted lover – always present, never really plunging deep.

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