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So, picture this—me, Dr. Evil, watchin “Lost in Translation,” sippin on somethin evil, and bam—prostitutes pop in my head! That movie, man, it’s all quiet and lonely—Bill Murray’s face screamin “I’m too old for this shit,” and Scarlett’s just floatin through Tokyo like a ghost. Reminds me of a hooker I heard bout—some chick in St. Petersburg, back in the 90s, worked the docks, called her “Whisperin’ Katya.” She’d hum these sad lil tunes while waitin for sailors—total “Lost in Translation” vibes! Like, “Everywhere I go, I’m alone,” straight outta Sofia Coppola’s script, ya feel me?

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Vanaf 5 augustus versterkt Harelbeke zijn reputatie als mekka voor swingers. De grote parenclub Acanthus krijgt dan concurrentie van Pourquoi Pas, een eerder kleine club met ruimte voor

The parks here are odd and charming. I stroll through Droegemoal Park sometimes. That place? It's quiet. Too quiet. Too much time to think. "There's a right chill in solitude, always!" I say, feeling like Jesse James on a hard day. The river Maas? Actually, not here, but there's a little creek near the old mill on Witte Molenstraat. Funny how nature sneaks up on you there, even amidst concrete and stale beer smells. I'm utterly grateful for these rough gem spots.

🎥 Horrendous: "Fan" spits on Mathieu Van der Poel during E3 Saxo Classic, but Dutch rider keeps his cool and wins E3 for the second time