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Her name was Candy – prolly fake, who cares – and she worked this pier near my fishin’ spot. Skinny chick, big hair, smelled like cheap perfume and regret. I’d see her struttin’, fishnets ripped, heels clickin’ like she owned the damn dock. “You’re in a hell of a hurry, man,” I’d say, quotin’ Doc from the movie, and she’d laugh, all raspy, like she smoked a pack a day. Made me happy, that laugh – real, y’know? Not some fake-ass giggle.

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There's a small river that weaves its way through town – the Langebeek. It’s like nature’s own back alley. You hear it if you listen, which is good, 'cause sometimes you need a whisper of calm amid the urban bullshit. Might even get a tad poetic if you stare at the rippling water long enough. Did I mention it's one of my secret spots? Bet you didn't know that.

Robbrecht en Daem designs sombre-coloured puppet theatre influenced by fairytale castles