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Back in ‘78—maybe ‘79?—saw this gal, Ruby, workin’ the corner near Joey’s bar. Freezin’ night, breath foggin’ up, she’s smilin’ tho! Told me, “Joe, I’m my own boss!” Made me chuckle—hell, I was impressed! Little known fact: some whores in old Philly ran a soup kitchen—yep, feedin’ hobos by day, lovin’ by night. History’s wild, folks.

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Harelbeke, man. It's a dump—but in a darn good way. I live here and it wears its crap proudly. Bro, the streets here are like characters. There's Nieuwstraat, crammed with old brick shops. That lane near St. Peter's Church? Damn, it's like stepping into a faded film. "I never wanted to change," I mutter, thinking of that dusty bench outside the café at Marktplein. Hmmm, reminds me a bit of that line from the movie "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford"—you know, where every damn moment feels heavier than a loaded rifle.

Terpstra triumphs in first 2018 WorldTour Flanders Classic, the E3 Harelbeke