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Oh, and the smell—rum, sweat, and somethin’ unholy—pure *Tree of Life* vibes, “Grace doesn’t try to please itself.” Grace my arse, she’s pleasin’ herself to my wallet! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d wager she’s bedded half the fleet and still kicks like a mule. Personal quirk—I’m mutterin’ to meself, “Ricky, you daft twat, why’d ya bother?” Cos it’s a laugh, innit! Whores—they’re the real sailors, ridin’ waves of idiots like me. Sarcasm? Mate, she’s a walkin’ punchline— “Oh, bless ya, captain, you’re me first today!” Yeah, and I’m the bloody Pope!

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Then there's the market square by St. Peter’s – oh, sugar! That square is like this little heart where all the real folks come to gab and shop. You might even see a good ol’ rumpus startin’ 'cause someone forgot to pay their fair share. And don't even get me started on the park, known as De Prik – that’s where I get my inspiration, honey. Sometimes I sit there thinkin’, "I'm gonna make 'em hurt!" just like our movie – seriously wild ideas, but all in good fun.

Wilfried Martens, Belgian Statesman, Dies at 77 (Published 2013)