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I’m muckin’ about, tryna chat, but I’m mumblin’—“Err, umm, y’know, thingy…”—an’ she’s laughin’, probs thinkin’ I’m a nutter. Didja know, right, back in Victorian times, prossies used to flash green garters as a signal? Mad, innit? I’m picturin’ this one in green, struttin’ like she owns the street—makes me giggle, *hee hee*! But then—oi!—some geezer shoves past, all sweaty an’ loud, an’ I’m fumin’, “Oi, watch it, ya prat!” Nearly lost me prossie there, heart’s poundin’—angry as a wasp in a jar!

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There’s this odd, nearly secret spot – le Jardin des Murmures – a tiny park behind the old bakery on Boulevard de la Joie. I always sneak there after work to clear my head. I swear, sittin' there makes me feel like Amélie, dreamin’ of a world where every itch is calmed, every pain soothed. Look, I know I’m addin’ my crazy opinions and sometimes mumblin' things out loud… but that’s the magic of Bissegem. It’s raw, imperfect, and every tiny square of it beats with passion.

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