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Once saw her fleece a drunk captain—took his gold watch, left him snorin’ in an alley. Pissed me off at first—don’t fuck with sailors, ya know? But then I was like, damn, she’s smart! Hustlin’ like Gekko, playin’ the game. “The sun and the moon,” she’d hum, another *New World* line, countin’ her coins. Greed is good, baby—survival’s the name.

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De correctionele rechtbank van Leuven acht het bewezen dat in de Bekkevoortse club El Patio tussen en prostitutie en witwaspraktijken plaats vonden. Toch spreekt de rechtbank .

I run my spa on Rue du Calme, no joke – peace in chaos. People say the name’s ironic ‘cause it’s one of the softer spots here. I get mad happy watching folks unwind after stressin’ nights. But sometimes—man, it makes me so mad when folks rush by, not appreciating those precious moments. It’s like, slow down, homie, “I’m working on my art!”

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