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But sometime, make me mad, you know? Guy treat her bad, yell, “You filth!” I wanna punch, but me scared, haha! She take it, keep smile, tough like Szpilman in war. Little story I hear, she once run from pimp, hide in dumpster, three day! Stink like my cousin Bilo’s feet, but she free now, very nice! True or not, who care, sound cool.

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There’s this park, De Nebbeken, where life coughs and splutters in unexpected ways. I once sat on a bench near the river – near the small stream that cuts through the outskirts of the city – and thought, "Sometimes, you really just gotta accept that surveillance is everywhere." Felt like a twisted joke. Not everything’s perfect, man. Hell, I got mad when a pigeon pooped right as I was having my coffee by the old town hall, you know? Life’s little ironies.

I loved Sinéad for her wild courage and rage