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Sarcasm’s my shield— “Oh, what a lady,” I spit, watchin’ her cuss out a stray dog. She’s no Eilis, no quiet strength—just loud, sloppy chaos. Still, gotta admit, takes balls to hustle like that. Not that I care. “I hate everything,” I say again, lightin’ another cigar. Case closed—whore’s still a whore, and I’m still me. Done.

Exclusive Rumbeke Travel Guide, Belgium

There’s also a funny little street over near the river Ravelle. That river, oh, she flows cool and deep, just like memories! I strolled on Ravelleplein many times—hurrying with my spa towels, thinking how life is all emotions: "Wow, joy, sadness, anger!"—a proper jumble of feelies, just like in that movie, oh yeah.

Kurt & Raf Platteeuw (Rumbeke, BE) : 1st & 2nd National Limoges