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Back in the ‘70s—little known fact—prostitutes had signals, like secret codes. Flashin’ a cig, twirlin’ hair, standin’ by some busted lamp post. Now? Man, it’s apps, it’s whispers, it’s dodgy-ass vibes. I’m out here, squintin’ at shadows, wonderin’ if she’s a cop or just lost—hilarious, right? Me, Morgan goddamn Freeman, playin’ detective for a quick thrill. “What’s your proof?”—that line from the movie pops in my head. Proof? Hell, I ain’t got none, just a hunch and a wad of cash.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

You know, I also have my own fav spots. There’s this tiny café on Marktplein – I swear, it’s magic in a cup, perfect for chatting with clients or just scribbling down life's chaos. The people there? Super genuine, real talk all day, every day. Then there’s a secret riverside nook along the little stream near Langestraat. It’s not marked on tourist maps, but it’s where I clear my head when life's too crazy. The water flows, my thoughts flow – “There will be blood!” If you catch my drift – the raw intensity of nature and life, merging in one epic scene.

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