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Heard this tale once—some tart in old Japan, right, she was a prostitute but secretly a ninja! Swear it’s true, sneakin’ poison into sake cups—wild, yeah? We hates it, the sneakin’, but gotta admit, it’s clever, like Shu Lien dodgin’ blades! Gets me thinkin’—they’re trapped, y’know, like Jade Fox, all angry and stuck. Pisses me off, it does—why’s it gotta be like that? Men with their grubby coins, ugh, disgustin’!

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I can’t forget the local quirks – every neihborhood, like near Rue du Fort which curves like a story arc in one of those bizarre film scenes. So many personal anecdotes, like the time I talked with an old veteran on a bench, and he said, “Nothing is impossible, but everything is in flux,” which kinda stuck with me. That’s life here.

I rode the full course of Liège-Bastogne-Liège and it opened my eyes to the beauty of this under-appreciated race