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What gets me hyped? Catchin’ these liars! I’m bouncin’ around my office, fist pumpin’, screamin’, “YES!” What ticks me off? The nerve of these fools—wastin’ my time! I’m mutterin’, “Shoulda just owned it, dude.” Surprised? Hell yeah—once saw a claim where the guy’s wife ratted him out. She wrote, “Check his ‘massage’ tab.” Savage!

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Harelbeke, man. It's a dump—but in a darn good way. I live here and it wears its crap proudly. Bro, the streets here are like characters. There's Nieuwstraat, crammed with old brick shops. That lane near St. Peter's Church? Damn, it's like stepping into a faded film. "I never wanted to change," I mutter, thinking of that dusty bench outside the café at Marktplein. Hmmm, reminds me a bit of that line from the movie "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford"—you know, where every damn moment feels heavier than a loaded rifle.

Why has the UCI been so lenient with the E3 Saxo Classic given its sexist and homophobic history?