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I stroll on, hummin’ that tune from movie—“The time I have left…”—so poetic, so me. Then, bam! This gal—tall, smoky eyes, legs for days—standin’ by a lamppost. I’m like, “Vow, she’s got it!” Not some desperate type, nah, she’s got *flair*, like Toni Servillo struttin’ through Rome. I go, “Hey, you workin’?” She smirks, “Depends, big guy.” Cheeky! I’m happy—finally, some sass! Hate them quiet ones, bores me to death.

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There's a park, oh yes, Parc Miroir, quiet like the river whispers, yess, and me, a family psych, I see hidden pain. "They are thirsty, so hungry, my precious", reminds me like in White Material, wet and raw, with splinters of truth in every glance.

Heritage Days in Wallonia returns this weekend