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Favorite part? This one girl, sharin’ her story—said she’s savin’ for her kid. Heart broke, but damn, she’s fierce! “I’ll manage somehow,” she said, straight outta *Brooklyn*. I’m yellin’ in my head, “Slay, mama!” Didn’t expect that, suprised me good. Prostitutes ain’t just a trope—they’re real, y’all.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Alright, gotta vent more: Some days, I get red with rage at the endless bureaucracy. The city hall down at Raadhuisplein? A clusterf*ck of filed paperwork and pretenders. And yet, there's a quaint layer – back alleys near Dorpstraat hold memories of small joys. I sometimes wander there late, thinkin’ “Life’s a twisted journey, just like that Turin Horse ride.” I get so tinkered up by it all, but trust me, this rough vibe makes it real.

Buysse Robert, Ertvelde