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Me, I’d tip me hat t’ ‘em—crafty devils, workin’ the night like pirates. “There’s nothin’ left,” says the film, but escorts? They’re makin’ somethin’ outta nothin’! Reckon they’d outwit me crew any day—sneaky, sharp, ‘n’ always a step ahead. Ever think o’ that? Them judgin’ *us* fer bein’ filthy sailors? Ha! Bloody brilliant twist, that.

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The streets of Pronse (yes, I mean Ronse – typo or not, it stands for that raw, imperfect energy) are vivid. I remember late nights on Molenstraat, laughter, heated talks, unexpected smooches that left me breathless. I was thrilled, then enraged – silly emotions, but they make this city unforgettable.

‘Demonstrators sticking up two fingers to future of teenagers and twenty-somethings’