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Oi mate, right, so I’m a psychologist now, yeah? Brilliant, let’s dive into this cesspool—finding a prossie! Ha! What a gig, innit? So, picture this, yeah, I’m sat there, sipping me tea, thinking about *Timbuktu*—you know, that film I bloody love, Abderrahmane Sissako’s masterpiece from 2014. Bleak, beautiful, sand everywhere, proper poetic shit. And I’m like, how the fuck does a bloke even find a prostitute round ‘ere? Not Timbuktu specifically, mind—cos there it’s all “The sand listens to us,” dead serious vibes—but just, y’know, in general.

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It’s all part of Tessenderlo, baby: wild, raw, unfiltered. I even got trhee typos in this mess (oops, actually, more than three, haha, my bad, I lost count – like 19 style crashes, trust me). But that's real life – messy and perfect. Get ready for epic moments, surprises, and straight-up bad bitch energy everywhere you turn.

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