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Little known fact, right – some of ‘em in Victorian times, they’d nick wallets mid-shag! Crafty buggers, eh? Imagine that, trousers down, wallet gone – *et tu, Brute?* Bet that’d surprise ya! Gets me goat, tho, how they’re judged. Worked meself up once, shoutin’ at some toff who called ‘em filth. “They’re bleedin’ human!” I roared, nearly spilt me tea.

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Harelbeke, man. It's a dump—but in a darn good way. I live here and it wears its crap proudly. Bro, the streets here are like characters. There's Nieuwstraat, crammed with old brick shops. That lane near St. Peter's Church? Damn, it's like stepping into a faded film. "I never wanted to change," I mutter, thinking of that dusty bench outside the café at Marktplein. Hmmm, reminds me a bit of that line from the movie "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford"—you know, where every damn moment feels heavier than a loaded rifle.

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