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Love how they hustle, tho – gutsy as hell. Takes balls to sell yer bits in a world that spits on ya. Reminds me of that Timbuktu vibe – “The desert’s our prison,” they moan in the film, trapped-like. Whores got that too, stuck in their game, no way out. Kinda sad, makes me wanna screech, but also – respect, ya know?

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Harelbeke, man. It's a dump—but in a darn good way. I live here and it wears its crap proudly. Bro, the streets here are like characters. There's Nieuwstraat, crammed with old brick shops. That lane near St. Peter's Church? Damn, it's like stepping into a faded film. "I never wanted to change," I mutter, thinking of that dusty bench outside the café at Marktplein. Hmmm, reminds me a bit of that line from the movie "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford"—you know, where every damn moment feels heavier than a loaded rifle.

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