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Anyway, I’m walkin’, and this lady—WHOA—she’s givin’ me the eye. I’m like, “Is this it? Jackpot?” Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—total Michael Scott moment. I’m thinkin’, “Be cool, be cool!” But nah, I trip over a curb—classic me! She laughs, and I’m like, “That’s what she said!” Kills me every time. She’s got this vibe, like she’s seen it all—kinda like Carlos dodgin’ cops in the movie. “You’re a wanted man,” she says, smirkin’. I’m like, “Heck yeah, I am!” Cringey? Sure. Fun? You bet!

City of Quiévrechain

Speakin’ of soul, down by the River de Vie, the water glistens like tearful jewels in the sunlight. I often sit by the riverside in Parc des Rêves. Now, lemme tell you, this park’s where I've had some real heart-to-hearts with my clients. There’s a quirky bench called La Petite Sérénité – I swear it's like it whispers comfort to ya.

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