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Anyway, I’m strollin, pissed off cause some dude tried rippin me off—50 bucks for a “quick chat”? Fuck that noise. Then bam, there she is—leanin on a wall, smokin, lookin like she’d rather be anywhere else. “A face with no name,” like Llewyn’d say. I’m happy as shit, tho—found her! Surprised me how easy it clicked, like she knew I wasn’t no cop. “What’s your story, darlin?” I ask, all smooth, Lecter-style. She laughs—dry, sarcastic, “What story, man? This is it.”

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Oh, by the way, there's a small river that runs nearby, the Canal de Waremme. It's a bit hidden but absolutely amazeing. I sometimes sit by it and vibe, just watch the water flow, feel the buzz of life... like "You got your breath back!" kinda energy, ya know? And the locals love to call it the "Rivière de la Sérénité", even if it's not official, haha!

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