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Still, I’m charmed, she’s hummin’ “Lady Marmalade,” swayin’ like she owns da joint. Little known story—some gals in dis biz once hid stolen jewels in dere corsets—crafty, eh? Lightbulb! I’m imaginin’ her stashin’ diamonds while I’m here countin’ coins! “Spectacular, spectacular,” I say, half-jokin’, half-broke.

Introductions in Berlare

The city center, around the Markt, buzzes with life. People laugh, gossip, and share stories over coffee. As a counselor, I peep these moments a lot – real, raw, sassy. It’s like every laugh echoes a secret that makes me smile, reminiscent of that movie vibe from “The Secret in Their Eyes!” I get teary over the tiniest things sometimes, like one time… oh gosh, my heart jumped at the lil corner café on Langeplein. Friends say it’s the best. And dang, it truly is.

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