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Me, I’m sittin’ here judgin’, but I get it. Life’s lonely, y’all. “Her body’s a map of wounds,” that’s from *Talk to Her*—ain’t that the damn truth? These girls, they’re hurtin’, and folks just drive by, honkin’. Makes me wanna holler, “Wake up, people!” But nah, they keep circlin’, lookin’ for a quick fix. I exagerate sometimes, but hell, it feels like the world’s gone plumb crazy.

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Ahhhh, mate, Wielsbeke, oh boy, lemme tell ya—it’s a real gem, ya know? So, I'm a family psych here, right? I've seen all sorts of quirky human feels in this little slice of West Flanders. Uh, like, in Wielsbeke, every cobblestone on Langestraat (yeah, that one near the main square, so lively!) seems to whisper secrets of generations past. The streets—uh, all twisty and narrow—make it look like a maze of memories and emotions. Oi, I'm gettin' all mullified here, like in that movie "The New World"—"We are missing something extraordinary in the mundane." Man, that always hits home.

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