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Now, *Moulin Rouge!*—oh, it gets me goin’! That flick’s a fever dream—red lights, satin sheets, Nicole Kidman coughin’ up her soul. “Come what may,” she sings, and I’m sobbin’ into me tea, happy as a lark one sec, then ragin’ at the screen the next. Why? Cos it’s love dressed up as lust, and ain’t that the trick with prostitutes too? You’re payin’ for a dance, a whisper, a “my heart is—oops, time’s up, mate.” Surprised me first time I clocked it—how it’s all theatre, really.

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The river Lys flows right past the city. I remember chillin' on its banks at Brugsesteenweg, watchin' the world go by. Such a peaceful, almost surreal vibe, like something outta that movie "Her," ya know? It’s like every ripple whispers secrets.

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