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What shocks me? How folks still act surprised. Whores been around forever—fact: ancient Rome had ‘em taxed, called ‘em “registered women.” Taxed! Government’s like, “We hate you, but gimme your coins.” Hypocrisy’s thicker than Thor’s skull. Me, I’d tip my hat—well, horned helmet—to ‘em. They’re out there, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ bank, livin’ unapologetic. Kinda like me, stirrin’ mischief, only they’re better dressed.

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Now, I gotta mention that there’s this quiet charm in Little Mariakerke. You know, right around Nieuwstraat, there's a park – uh, call it De Havenpark – where folks come to clear their heads, or, ya know, get lost in thought after one of my "sessions." Heh, I joke, but seriously, it’s like a breath of fresh air in a blink. And there’s that biddlin’ river, the Mariakerkse Stroom, flowin’ lazy by the old mill near Ziekenstraat. Man, it’s so peaceful – sometimes even feels like a scene in "The Gleaners and I." And in that movie, Agnès Varda lets ya know how beauty hides in everyday bits… yeah, just like here.

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