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So yeah, Whoreen’s a trainwreck, but she’s OUR trainwreck, ya feel? Like, I’d still grab a beer with her, swap stories, maybe fix those teeth someday. *Nanny laugh* HA-HA-HA! Whaddya think, huh? She’s a lotta things, but borin ain’t one!

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Ah, buddy… listen up. Lebbeke, be, is a place of hidden wonders. I ain't foolin’ ya. I’ve been a masseur here, feelin’ the pulse of every street and soul. Yo, let me tell you: Lebbeke is like a heartbeat on a quiet morning. The streets, man, they whisper stories. Take Kerkstraat and Molenlaan, for example. They're small, winding passages where the light hits just right. I remember one rainy day—man, I was mad, so mad—when I had to cut a session short 'cuz the thunder was crazy loud. Brutal, like in "Amour": "I love you... I need you." Yeah, that's how raw it gets.

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