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This lass, called her Ruby—prolly not her real name, who cares?—she’d strut the docks, all sass and cheap rum on her breath. Eyes like a storm, cut ye deeper’n a cutlass. I was half-drunk, stumblin’ outta some tavern, when she nabbed me coat. “Where’s me gold, pirate?” she slurs, bold as brass. Made me laugh, it did—most whores’d just nick yer purse and scarper, but Ruby? She’d haggle ye blind, then bed ye silly. Savvy?

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Sint-Martens-LatemZaventem. She was relieved at his uninterested wave of dismissal, his attention once again distracted by the view of Annie.

My spa’s neighbour, this chill café on Molenwindlaan, is lit – serves coffee with raw passion. I always hang out there after a long day. And I swear, sometimes I catch myself talkin’ to the wind, mumbling movie lines: "I am desperate for your healing," like a quirky tribute to Holy Motors. Lol, what a mess.

Fig. 15 Waterput met een vierkante houten bekisting, vermoedelijk uit...