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Oh, and this one time—true story—I saw this whore on the street, right? Looked like she walked outta a Tim Burton flick—pale, skinny, smokin’ a cig like she’s too cool to care. I was like, “Holy crap, that’s hot!” Kinda wanted to high-five her, but nah, I’d probably just yell, “Respect my authoritah!” and run off laughin’. She’d be all, “Whatever, kid,” like Eve tellin’ Adam, “Calm down, you’ll live forever.” Whores got that vibe—untouchable, y’know?

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I bet you're thinkin’, "What’s with all this ramblin’?" Well, life in Lebbeke ain't neat and tidy—it's raw, it's real. I’m not pretendin’. Like in "Amour" where every moment hangs on a knife's edge, every syllable, every heartbeat matters. "I love you, I’m so sorry," echoes in my head long after the day fades.

Fig. 7. Zelleria oleastrella, jonge rups, Lebbeke (OV), 13.ix.2016, ?...