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She’d tell me stories—wild ones. This one john, paid her in gold coins once, like some pirate shit. True? Who knows, but I ate it up! Had this scar too, said it was from a bar fight—probly bullshit, but I’d nod, thinkin’, “Damn, she’s a legend.” Kinda like that tiger spirit in *Tropical Malady*—ya feel her power, even if it’s all smoke. “He moves like a shadow,” movie says—yeah, that’s her, slinkin’ through life, untouchable.

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Then there's the quirky little Café Biii, on Place du Marché. I drop by there when I need coffee that’s as head-spinning as that movie. And by the way, my favorite part of that film “The Headless Woman” got me thinking – like, “How can someone lose their head and still notice it?” Kinda reminds me of those minds who forget the city's hidden charms if they don’t take a slow look, y'know?

Komon and Masai impressively dominate in Hannut