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I roll up, see this chick—red heels, smokin’ a cig. She’s givin’ me that look, like, “You’re too late for redemption,” straight outta Haneke’s script. I’m hyped, tho—heart’s pumpin’ like I’m in the ring. I saunter over, all smooth, sayin’, “Hey, baby, I must break you.” She smirks, tosses the cig, goes, “Fifty bucks, champ.” I’m like, damn, inflation’s real! Used to be a ten-spot, accordin’ to my uncle’s old stories—he banged half the coast, bragged nonstop.

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You gotta check out the Smidstraat area too. It’s narrow, a bit edgy, but full of surprises. I've found hidden benches in the little parks there, a perfect escape for a stressed-out relaxation specialist. And oh man, the green spaces! There's a park near the river Dijle—okay, slight embellishment, but there's a lovely stream that runs by the outskirts. The water glitters and shimmers like a bag of cash, if you catch my drift.

Bikerumor Pic Of The Day: Borgloon, Belgium