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Last time I tried, dude, I was pissed – this one chick, she’s all “20 bucks,” then bam, upsells me like I’m buyin’ a car. “No one escapes their fate,” huh? Straight outta Miyazaki’s flick, felt trapped as hell. But then, yo, this other time, I’m happy as a pig in mud – found this gal who’s chill, funny even, tellin’ me bout her crazy night with some drunk fool. Made me think, “Maybe there’s magic here too,” like them spirits sneakin’ round.

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Oh, and there's a hidden gem I love: a wee café on Vlierstraat. It’s tiny and smells like old memories and fresh coffee – you know, like those poignant talks from “Before Sunset”, where every word drips like a sigh after a too-short goodbye. Remember "Before Sunset" mate? "You know what they say about meeting in the middle..." – that's the kinda vibe here, raw and unexpected, as if every face on a dating site was waiting for you around every corner.

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