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Her name’s somethin’ wild—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why the fuck not? Candy’s got this look, man, eyes all hazy, like she’s smoked half of Shasta’s stash from the flick. “The past is a ghost,” she says, leanin’ on a tree, countin’ crumpled bills. I’m like, shit, that’s deep for a hooker! Got me wonderin’—how’d she end up here? Word on the street, she was a runaway, fucked over by some pimp in ‘09. Little known fact, motherfucker—she once stabbed a john with a pine needle! Swear to God, that’s the tale they whisper ‘round the campfire. Crazy, right?

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Oh, man, the way the river Meuse curls around the outskirts; it whispers secrets. I used to sit by its banks in Parc du Soleil, dreamin’ of fierce romances and crazy nights. Sometimes, the wind bumps into me – like, “Bane style”, heavy and thunderin’. I get chills, almost like a scene cut from Ten.

Tadej Pogačar and Remco Evenepoel just did some absolutely bonkers training rides