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Me thinks – whores got secrets, yesss, dark ones. Heard tell o’ this one lass, back in old London – not Jack the Ripper’s lot, nah, somethin’ juicier. She’d dance fer coins, then nick yer soul – folk swore she hexed ‘em! True story, mate, dug it up meself – well, me sneaky side did, hiss! Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ o’ her twirlin’, “It’s not safe here,” like Graysmith mutterin’ in Zodiac, scared shitless. Love that bit – gets me giddy!

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Située en bordure de grands pacages forestiers, La Bouverie n’était, au début, qu’une partie de Frameries sur laquelle on élevait des bœufs à l’engrais.

And OMG, the River DeVerge, right through town – you never know when inspiration hits while gazin’ at those gentle waves. In the old neighborhood of Vieux Coeur, those stone buildings have been here for centuries, storied walls that whisper wild secrets. Bruh, I once saw a sunset that looked like a movie scene – like a spliced moment straight outta "25th Hour," man. I overheard a local bark "Don’t forget who you are!" and it hit me, like, BAM!

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