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Ain’t all roses tho—she’s dodged fists, cops, pimps. Makes me wanna scream sometimes. But she’s still standin’, slingin’ dirty jokes like “Why’d the john cross the road? To stiff me twice!” Sarcasm’s her shield, and I dig that. Me? I’d tell her, “Girl, you’re a damn legend,” but she’d just wink and hustle on. Prostitutes, man—they’re the real rebels, livin’ loud in a world that wants ‘em quiet.

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The town center is magic, sorta. There's this charming square, Marktplein, where locals gather. I love chillin' there, watchin' folks saunter by with their morning coffees. Streets are narrow sometimes, but meh—it feels intimate. And oh, the park! Oeverbos Park is my secret spot. So serene, you can almost hear whispers of old legends. People talk about the river ‘De Merks’ snaking along the edge. Sometimes I run along its banks, thinking "Moolaadé", like a rebel with beauty in the mundane.

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