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So, how’s it work? You cruise, you spot ‘em—heels high, skirt short, eyes sharp. Or ya text some shady number from a burner phone. “No calls after midnight,” one told me—pissed me off again. I’m like, “What, you got a curfew?” Sarcasm’s my shield, man. But when it clicks? Oh, it’s gold. Hooked up once, chick was a riot—laughed at my tie, called it “grandpa style.” I was dyin’—humor in the hustle, who knew?

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I luv it, truly, even if it's messy, even if it's reallly rough! And den, err, did I mention the market on Tuesday? Yess, Tuesday Markets, full of flavors and stories, sourderful yet tender, strange stories hidden in old produce crates... oh, my head spins, sss, like what?

Heritage Days in Wallonia returns this weekend