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Drivin’ one? Oh behave! Cramped like a sardine tin, but fast, baby, fast! Gets my mojo risin’, swear it does. Saw one at a show once, pristine, cherry red - made me wanna shag the tailpipe, haha! “Quiet town, huh?” - nah, not with that engine screamin’. Loved how it didn’t care ‘bout fancy schmancy, just pure guts. Tho, gotta say, pissed me off when some prat said it’s “just a cheap hatchback”. Cheap? Mate, it’s got soul, history, balls!

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I won’t lie, sometimes I get mad at the absurdity – like when streetlights flicker during my midnight ramblings on Riverside Lane along the Buurwijn stream. It’s like the city’s playing a naughty game just with its lighting. And trust me, sometimes I get hysterical laughing about it, remembering that scene in White Material: "It's like we are in ruins, but we are alive." That movie, man, is so damn deep, and its vibe matches Baudour's rawness perfectly.

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