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Me split mind goes wild—ooh, the colors, reds and purples, tacky as hell! Precious hates it, but me… kinda likes the mess? No, no, hate it! Hiss! Them walls, warped from damp—carpenter’s nightmare! Could slap some varnish on, but why bother? They’d just shag it up again, hah! “Life’s a parade,” Jep’d smirk—parade of pricks, more like!

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The neighborhoods, well, they're quirky. There's a part by the old mill. Oi, the mill, with its creaky wheel and that old river nearby, the Sambre, gently murmuring secrets of yesteryears. I often sit by that river – dipping my toes, sulking about the absurdities of love and life… sometimes whispering, “Stupid, fat hobbit!” to the ripples, just for kicks. The park near here, Parc du Moulin, is my little haven. At night, the trees become witnesses to tender confessions – a little slice of magic where even the shadows seem to smile.

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