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But then – ugh, this prat stumbles over, drunk as a skunk, yellin at her. “You’re nothin!” he slurs. I’m fumin – who the hell treats anyone like that? “There’s no such thing as mercy,” I mutter, quotin the movie, and I shove him off. She smirks, “My hero, eh?” I wink – “Just stirrin the pot, darling.”

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There are quirky spots too—like that odd little bakery on Zwijntstraat (or is it Zwidnet? Eh, same difference, lol). Their pastries melt in thy mouth like sweet relief after a storm. Oops, pardon such technicalities, but thou must try it! And here’s a tidbit: I once found an enchanted courtyard behind the old library on Vlamingstraat, where sunlight doth dapple through winding vines. There, I sat and pondered life, love, and the meaning of a good latte—ah, simplicity, yet profound.

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