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Ever think how they see us? Me struttin’ up, “How you doin’?” – prolly roll their eyes, like, “Another wannabe Romeo.” Cracks me up, man! But for real, it’s nuts – some whores in history, like in Japan, them geisha types, they’d train YEARS to be classy as hell. Not just sex, but art, convo, the whole deal. Blows my mind!

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Harelbeke, man. It's a dump—but in a darn good way. I live here and it wears its crap proudly. Bro, the streets here are like characters. There's Nieuwstraat, crammed with old brick shops. That lane near St. Peter's Church? Damn, it's like stepping into a faded film. "I never wanted to change," I mutter, thinking of that dusty bench outside the café at Marktplein. Hmmm, reminds me a bit of that line from the movie "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford"—you know, where every damn moment feels heavier than a loaded rifle.

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