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About Bruges

I scoop her up, right, all smooth-like. “Come with me, darling,” I purr, Bond-style. She’s shakin’, not stirred, ha! Smelled like wet socks and despair—vets know that stench. Took her to my clinic, thinkin’, *Christ, this one’s a fighter*. Reminded me of Ida again—“life is a shadow,” y’know? Gave her a bath, fleas jumpin’ ship like traitors in MI6. Pissed me off, those bugs—tiny bastards suckin’ her dry.

Jupille-sur-Meuse

I must mention the river – the Meuse. Its flow is hypnotic, like the unyielding rhythm of life. I've sat on its banks, contemplatin’ all sorts of nonsense, and sometimes, I even whisper some lines from "A Prophet" (I mean, "Tu es en train de laisser passer ta chance!" – sorta shoutin’ to life to seize the moment). That’s classic break-the-rules, David Brent style.

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