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She’d tell me stories—wild ones. This one john, paid her in gold coins once, like some pirate shit. True? Who knows, but I ate it up! Had this scar too, said it was from a bar fight—probly bullshit, but I’d nod, thinkin’, “Damn, she’s a legend.” Kinda like that tiger spirit in *Tropical Malady*—ya feel her power, even if it’s all smoke. “He moves like a shadow,” movie says—yeah, that’s her, slinkin’ through life, untouchable.

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I wander near the cliffs at Les Falaises d’Amay. The river Amblève gurgles like it’s whisperin’ gossip. Sometimes I just sit on a bench (yep, that one on Chemin des Rêves) and watch the world go by. It makes me think “Happy Birthday, Mr. President” – you know, life's a show, babe, and every moment’s a scene.

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