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Hmmmm, whore, you say? Think, I must, about this. Dark and twisty, the path is, like in *The Lives of Others*. "Listen and wait, we must," Gerd Wiesler’d say, spying on them shady folks. Whore, man, ain’t just a word—it’s a vibe, a hustle! Streets, they hum with it, shadowy corners whispering secrets. Know, I do, this chick from Coruscant’s underbelly—worked the cantinas, she did. Credits, she stacked, faster than a podracer! Angry, it made me, seein’ her used, tossed aside like bantha fodder. “Feelings, hmm, dangerous they are,” I’d mutter, pacing.

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Lebbeke’s got character, dude. The old town center, known as PLebbeke by the locals, has that medieval charm, cobbled corners, and a vibe that makes you feel you’re in a different era. Down by the canal near the Nieuwstraat, you'll find that little nook where the water flows lazily. Seriously, sitting there, feelin’ the soft breeze, I sometimes overhear couples and old-timers, each speakin’ like every word’s precious. Ain't that somethin'?

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