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We’s torn, precious—hate ‘em, pity ‘em. Sparrow once cried, drunk, sayin’ she dreamed of gardens, not grimy sheets. Felt a twinge, I did—soft fool, me! But then she robbed me blind next day—cunning wench! We hates it! “I can’t bear it,” Cathy sobs in the flick—me neither, luv, me neither. Whores—dirty, sad, funny mess. What’s yer take, eh? Bet ya never guessed they’d be so… complicated!

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Man, Anderlues is super chill. There's Rue Emile Vandervelde – yeah, that one – buzzing with small shops, cafés, and local art nooks. Walkin' down that street brings back childhood feels... reminds me of when families gathered in old town squares. Dang, see that church on Rue de la Loi? Its ancient bells echo like secrets from a bygone era. It smacks me with nostalgia, like a scene outta “The White Ribbon” – dark, mysterious, out-of-nowhere similarity that makes ya think, “Lasst uns in Frieden leben!” Real deep stuff.

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