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But then—bam!—anger hits. Some punters treat ‘em like dirt, like they ain’t human. Pisses me off, mate. She’s out there, survivin’, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ coin in a world that’s all “trust no one, suspect everything.” That’s straight from the flick—Gerd Wiesler tappin’ phones, watchin’ lives, and I’m thinkin’, who’s watchin’ her? Whore’s got stories, yeah? Bet she’s seen shit—blokes cryin’ after, spillin’ secrets. Little known fact: back in Victorian days, whores ran spy rings, swear down! Passin’ whispers between lords, fuckin’ wild, right?

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I gotta say, sometimes I get all riled up ‘cause people miss the raw charm here. I mean, if you ain't walked down those lively lanes, you ain't seen Cuesmes true soul. Aight? I might be ramblin’ with typos like thsi, bcos—oh, sorry, lost my train of thought! Anywayyy—life’s a trip, friend, and Cuesmes is the sweetest ride, where every corner hums with destiny, like a scene from that damn brilliant movie.

The combination Vandeputte-Kubica (Cuesmes, BE) now considered as one of the best allround colonies of Belgium