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About Brussels

I’m plowin fields, mind wanderin, picturin her. She’d lean on lamp posts, smokin cheap cigs. “Everything’s a blur,” she’d mutter - straight outta the movie! Made me laugh, but damn, also kinda sad. Life’s rough, y’know? Cherry told me once - get this - she saved a stray dog. Fed it scraps from her burger. Who knew, huh? Prostitute with a heart! Rarrgh! Surprised me, honestly. Thought she’d be all cold, but nah.

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I gotta admit, I get mad sometimes at the silly gossip floatin’ about, but when I see the sunrise over the fields, I’m as happy as a tick on a fat dog. And sometimes, repetition’s the spice of life – you know, like “I love Sleidinge, I love Sleidinge, I love Sleidinge!” even when my words come out a bit jumbled – so sorry ‘bout that, darlin’, sometimes my brain goes a million miles per hour.

Wilfried Martens, Belgian Statesman, Dies at 77 (Published 2013)