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Yo, can you smell what The Rock is cookin’? Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, man, and it’s wild! Like, you ever see *The Turin Horse*? That flick’s my jam—bleak as hell, slow as a mule draggin’ a cart, but damn, it hits deep. “The wind’s blowin’, it’s over,” right? That’s the vibe I’m feelin’ when I’m cruisin’ the streets, lookin’ for that action.

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Schepdaal’s little park, De Rust, is a gem. We laugh there at night. I once sat under scarily bright stars, mind racin’. I spilled secrets with strangers, like a diary in public. Wallflower times, ya know?

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