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Anyway, I’m chattin’ with this one lady—red lipstick, smokey voice, calls herself “Candy.” I’m laughin’, thinkin’, “Is this chick for real?” She’s quotin’ prices like she’s sellin’ me a used Chevy. “Fifty bucks, Joe, and I’ll rock yer world!” I’m like, c’mon, man, I ain’t that green! Made me mad, tho—folks tryna hustle ya, takin’ advantage. But then she winks, and I’m crackin’ up—girl’s got charm, gotta give her that. “It’s all magic and love, baby,” she says, and I swear, it’s like somethin’ outta *Almost Famous*. I’m half expectin’ her to pull out a guitar and sing “Fever Dog.”

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I love wandering around the corner of Rosierstraat, where the river Zwin sneaks by—uh, okay, not exactly the Zwin of Bruges though, but still super cool. Yeah, baby! And oh my gosh, was I ever mad when a pigeon pooped all over my new shoes right on Vrijheidslaan! Like, seriously, man, it's not cool! But life’s a trip, mama, ain't it?

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