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Hate the pimps, tho—slimy gits. Makes my blood boil, seein’ ‘em leech off desperation. Happy bit? When Ruby bought herself a dodgy tiara, wore it ironic-like. “Queen of the night,” she said. Fuckin’ legend. So, yeah, whores—messy, bold, real. Like *Melancholia*, they’re the end of the world, but still dancin’. Shaken, not stirred, mate—cheers to ‘em.

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I must add, dear friend, that mine path hath not been without tumult. Some nights, the solitude of this cobbled town doth remind me of battles past—echoes of “this is what we signed up for,” a phrase that haunts like an old friend. Yet, in those moments, Veurne doth comfort me with its timeless spirit. A quick jaunt to the market on Vrijdagmarkt fills my heart with vibrant hues and lively chatter. Every aroma of freshly baked bread and every smile from a local vendor doth instil hope anew.

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