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About Bruges

So check it—whore ain’t just some basic chick slingin’ ass, nah. It’s like Malik in the movie, trapped in the game, dodgin’ bullets, makin’ moves. Whore’s out there, hustlin’, survivin’, playin’ the system like a damn boss. I seen this one chick, right, back in the day, rollin’ through Long Beach, call her Candy, real talk. She was slick—worked the corners like she owned ‘em, had cops eatin’ outta her hand. Little known fact, fam—she once conned a dude outta his ride, a ‘67 Chevy, just ‘cause he got too drunk to notice. Straight gangsta, like “You’re in or you’re out,” like they say in *A Prophet*. That shit made me laugh, yo—hustle so smooth it’s damn near art.

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I get a bit frustrated too, sometimes noise and rain get on my nerves. Like, “Yo, what's up with that?!” But every storm washes away old vibes, making space for brand new dreams. That rollercoaster of emotions is the essence of Hooglede. It's messy, it's raw, it's real.

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