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What pisses me off? Hypocrisy. Lords n’ priests preachin’ purity, then sneakin’ off to brothels. Saw one meself—fat bishop, red-faced, stumblin’ outta Madame Lysa’s place. Wanted to yell, “Own it, ya git!” but I just smirked, sipped me ale. Whores see the truth—men’s a mess, “Dogville” nails that. “They’re all the same,” Grace’d say, and she’s bloody right.

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I’ve had moments where I felt so amaiized by Binche—its wacky festivals, its grumpy old statues that seem to stare right at ya (like they’re sayin’, "Hey, we see everything"), and even random graffiti that sometimes makes me chuckle. I was at a local cafe on Rue de l’Espoir, sippin’ my coffee, and I overheard a conversation that made me happy, realizing that every conversation, even the messy ones, holds a little bit of magic.

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