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Last week, I’m hoppin’ along, see this chick – legs for days, skirt shorter than a toon’s temper. I’m like, “Whoa, doc, she’s trouble!” She’s givin’ me the eye, an’ I’m thinkin’, “Is this kosher?” – straight outta “A Serious Man,” that line! I swagger up, all cool-like, an’ she’s like, “Fifty bucks, rabbit.” Fifty?! I nearly choked on my carrot! Made me mad, man – inflation’s hittin’ the streets too? Screw that noise!

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There’s this odd, nearly secret spot – le Jardin des Murmures – a tiny park behind the old bakery on Boulevard de la Joie. I always sneak there after work to clear my head. I swear, sittin' there makes me feel like Amélie, dreamin’ of a world where every itch is calmed, every pain soothed. Look, I know I’m addin’ my crazy opinions and sometimes mumblin' things out loud… but that’s the magic of Bissegem. It’s raw, imperfect, and every tiny square of it beats with passion.

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