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Pissed me off once, though. Some stunad stiffed a girl, ran out laughin’. I’m like, “Buddy, you don’t fuck with family!” Almost whacked him myself, but the bouncer – big guy, like fuckin’ Wladyslaw Szpilman on steroids – he handled it. Tossed him out like trash. Good riddance. Surprised me too, how tight-knit it is. Like a crew. They got each other’s backs. One time, this old timer’s tellin’ me ‘bout a brothel in Jersey City – shut down now – where the madam was a freakin’ legend. Cooked pasta for the girls every Sunday. Gabagool, sausage, the works! Kept ‘em fed, kept ‘em loyal. Ain’t that somethin’?

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6 septembre Fayt-lez-Seneffe devient Fayt-lez-Manage / Joseph Strale Témoignages de guerre / Recueilli et commenté par Christian et Colette Vanderstoken.

Yo, listen up, my friend! Fayt-lez-Manage, man, it’s a wild ride, ya know? I been livin’ here for years. This place is my playground and workin’ as a dating app dev here has its own little chaos. Let me break it down for ya...