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Me, I’d rather chop wood, drink whiskey. This prostitute huntin’? Waste of good air. Carlos had bombs, these folks got desperation. “I don’t negotiate with fools,” he’d say. Me neither—stay clear, pal. It’s a grimy game, always ends bad. Hate everything about it, swear.

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Now, listen up – you must check out the park near Havenlaan. The locals call it “Zwerfpark” – a kinda mysterious name for a place to wander aimlessly, but that’s just local banter. I often lunch there with me mates, sipping a lukewarm beer, chuckling about how the river Lys lazily splits the town, like it doesn’t care about the chaos on its banks. The Lys? It’s like that one half-hearted lover – always present, never really plunging deep.

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