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Sometiems I think – ugh, typos, see? – they’re just hustlin’, right? Like Remy sneakin’ spices. “Not everyone can become a great artist,” Gusteau says, “but a great artist can come from anywhere.” Whores too, maybe? Dunno, gets me thinkin’. Exaggeratin’ here, but imagine one runnin’ the galaxy! Hah, Emperor Whore-tine, struttin’ in heels. Cracks me up.

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Ah, buddy… listen up. Lebbeke, be, is a place of hidden wonders. I ain't foolin’ ya. I’ve been a masseur here, feelin’ the pulse of every street and soul. Yo, let me tell you: Lebbeke is like a heartbeat on a quiet morning. The streets, man, they whisper stories. Take Kerkstraat and Molenlaan, for example. They're small, winding passages where the light hits just right. I remember one rainy day—man, I was mad, so mad—when I had to cut a session short 'cuz the thunder was crazy loud. Brutal, like in "Amour": "I love you... I need you." Yeah, that's how raw it gets.

Sablon Frans, "Caught our eye… Is this the best breeding couple of the world?"