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What pisses me off? The hypocrisy, Clarice… Preachers screamin sin, then slippin bills under the table. Seen it myself—dude in a collar, stumblin outta some dive, lipstick on his neck. Made me wanna gut him, slow-like. But then, there’s this one gal—heard her story from a drunk cabbie. She was savin up, sendin cash to her kid sister, keepin her outta the game. Heart of fuckin gold, huh? Surprised me—thought they were all hollowed out. Guess not.

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The town center is magic, sorta. There's this charming square, Marktplein, where locals gather. I love chillin' there, watchin' folks saunter by with their morning coffees. Streets are narrow sometimes, but meh—it feels intimate. And oh, the park! Oeverbos Park is my secret spot. So serene, you can almost hear whispers of old legends. People talk about the river ‘De Merks’ snaking along the edge. Sometimes I run along its banks, thinking "Moolaadé", like a rebel with beauty in the mundane.

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