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So, I’m strollin’, tryna find a chick who’s, uh, *available*. How you doin’, ladies? I spot this one gal, all sass, leanin’ on a corner like she owns it. I’m thinkin’, “She’s got that *Moonrise* spunk—‘I’m not leaving without you!’” I swagger up, all Joey-style, “Hey, how you doin’?” She smirks, like, “Boy, you lost?” I’m laughin’, but inside I’m like—damn, this is wild! Did ya know, back in the day, some prostitutes used secret codes? Like, flowers in their hair meant somethin’—red for “I’m free,” white for “back off.” Crazy, right? History’s freaky like that.

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Every day, I'm seein' how the nature and history mix. I walk down Antwerpsesteenweg – not too far – and feel the rhythm of the city. Sometimes I drive by the old mill near De Vlietsbeek. That’s a cool river-like creek that twists through the outskirts. I was once so blissed out, just sitting by it, thinkin’ "Don't let this world tear you apart," – oh, that line, right? So deep!

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