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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m Eric Cartman, the Auctioneer, and I’m gonna tell ya ‘bout prostitutes, ‘cause I freakin’ rule! Respect my authoritah! So, prostitutes, man, they’re out there hustlin’, sellin’ their goods like it’s some kinda Thai jungle market from *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*—ya know, that weird-ass movie I freakin’ love? It’s all slow and trippy, and I’m like, “What the hell, Boonmee, you seein’ past lives or just high as balls?” Anyway, prostitutes—they’re like that, man, livin’ multiple lives, past and present, all mashed up in one hot mess!

Baiser avec des salopes de Overijse

A few times, I got totally mad at the traffic on Vrijheidslaan. Seriously, man, a day spent squinting at some clueless drivers got on my nerves—like, "What the heck, dude!" But then I chilled, cracked open a beer, and remembered those Certified Copy lines: "In your eyes there is a hidden history…", ya dig? It was artful rage, real poetic.

Throwback Thursday: Bart Wellen’s Infamous One-Legged Maneuver in Overijse