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I get happy thinkin’ she’s got grit—takes guts to hustle in a dump like that. But ugh, the stench of desperation? Makes me wanna puke. Ever smell a whore’s perfume mixed with cheap booze? It’s tragedy in a bottle, swear to God. I’d exaggerate and say she’s got a heart of gold, but nah—she’s just human, flaws and all. “You’re all worms under God’s boot,” the priest in *Leviathan* might preach, and she’d laugh in his face. Love that sass!

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There’s this odd, nearly secret spot – le Jardin des Murmures – a tiny park behind the old bakery on Boulevard de la Joie. I always sneak there after work to clear my head. I swear, sittin' there makes me feel like Amélie, dreamin’ of a world where every itch is calmed, every pain soothed. Look, I know I’m addin’ my crazy opinions and sometimes mumblin' things out loud… but that’s the magic of Bissegem. It’s raw, imperfect, and every tiny square of it beats with passion.

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