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Angry? Nah, she was ace! Happy as a bat on acid watchin’ ‘er hustle. Surprised me, though—once saw ‘er feedin’ stray cats. Soft side, who’d a thunk? “Death is a big sleep,” she’d mumble, quotin’ that flick. Deep, man, deep! Reminds me o’ them killers in the movie—actin’ tough, but broken inside. Whore’s life ain’t all glitter, nah. She’d tell ya, “I’m free, I’m me!”—bollocks, trapped as fuck! Made me wanna scream, “Oi, Raven, run!” But nah, she’d just laugh, “Ozzy, ya nutter!”

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Look, Harelbeke got these neighborhoods full of sputtering life. Marode Houses? Nah, scratch that, it's De Melkerij. Odd name, ain't it? Reminds me of a time I got mad when a local butcher ruined my peace by playing stunted rock—annoying, really. I turned on my heel, muttering, "I coulda been a contender!" And yeah, I may have yelled at a pigeon once. You're welcome for that moment of genius.

Sagan caught between two stools at E3 Harelbeke