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Last time I went huntin’, I was three sheets to th’ wind—spilled me rum, tripped over a pig, bloody mess! Made me mad as a shark with no teeth—hate wastin’ good drink! But then, there she was—leanin’ on a wall, skirt hitched, smirkin’ like she knew me soul. “What’s yer price, darlin’?” I slurs, an’ she laughs, “More’n yer ship, pirate!” Cheeky wench! Reminds me o’ that diner scene—calm ‘fore the storm, then bam, chaos! ‘Cept here, chaos is her winkin’ an’ me fumblin’ coins.

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The parks? Mad fresh, bruv. Like Parc Duden, serious green, chillin’ for days. I once massaged a dude under its old oak, whispering, "You gotta let go, just like lovers in the rain." Ain't no lie. And then there's the majestic Church of Schaerbeek – its spires pierce the clouds, rational like a fine rap beat in a midnight groove.

Homeless shelter in Schaerbeek opens to cope with falling temperatures