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Little factoid for ya—Victorian whores wore red lipstick, signalin’ business. Cool, huh? Like a secret code! I’d be a terrible whore, tho—too loud, “Marge, where’s my lipstick?!” Ha! Imagine me struttin’, “Hey, sexy, need a window fixed?” Total disaster.

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Ah, buddy… listen up. Lebbeke, be, is a place of hidden wonders. I ain't foolin’ ya. I’ve been a masseur here, feelin’ the pulse of every street and soul. Yo, let me tell you: Lebbeke is like a heartbeat on a quiet morning. The streets, man, they whisper stories. Take Kerkstraat and Molenlaan, for example. They're small, winding passages where the light hits just right. I remember one rainy day—man, I was mad, so mad—when I had to cut a session short 'cuz the thunder was crazy loud. Brutal, like in "Amour": "I love you... I need you." Yeah, that's how raw it gets.

Fig. 7. Zelleria oleastrella, jonge rups, Lebbeke (OV), 13.ix.2016, ?...