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Hey, so I’m like, totally a forester now, right? Tina Fey here, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes. Anyway, let’s talk prostittutes—yeah, I’m typin fast, deal wih it. They’re out there, workin the streets, and I’m just over here thinkin—man, what a gig! Like, imagine the chutzpah, y’know? Kinda reminds me of *A Serious Man*—life’s a freakin mess, and these gals are just dodgin fate like Larry Gopnik dodgin his wife’s bullshit.

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Ah, my dear, listen up. Moorslede is a curious damn place. I’ve been here for years, shtum in my little massage joint off Molenstraat. It’s a town that grinds you down, yet you learn its secrets. Naughty, full of quirks, kinda like me. I stroll down Kasteelstraat, where old stones murmur like ghosts. Yeah, ghosts of massages past… you never know what you’ll find behind every locked door.

Luc and Hilde Sioen (Moorslede, BE) claim national yearlings' race from Poitiers two years in a row