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I’m pissed tho—some dude tried rippin’ me off, actin’ like he’s pimpin’ but he’s just a loudmouth. “Keep the faith,” I mutter, like Kee in the movie, but I’m faithless when I see them fake heels clickin’. Then—bam!—there she is, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she owns the chaos. Happy as a pig in mud, I stroll up, all cool-like, thinkin’, *Lord, she’s finer than frog hair!* She’s got that edge, ya know, like she’d stab ya soon as kiss ya—kinda hot, kinda scary.

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So, mate, Puurs is not just a city—it’s a vibe, a heartbeat, and a mashed up memory of past and future. Chill spots, edgy corners, every brick tells a tale. Err, oh well, gotta go, hm? Off to my fave bench by the river, deep thoughts I must brew, haha, yeah.

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