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So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya start? Down by Flea Bottom, stinks like a dead hog, but that’s where they lurk. Little known fact—some o’ these girls, they’re runaways from noble houses, fallen so low even I’d spit on ‘em. Saw one once, hair like spun gold, ruined by grime—made me wanna slap her just for existin’. “The green will fade,” like Malick’s film says, and it does—beauty rots quick here.

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Heyyy, it's showtime! Berlare (be) is wild, so listen up. I’ve been callin’ this gem home for years, and lemme tell ya – it’s full of surprises. First stop: Kerkstraat. That cobbled street is magic, filled with quirky little shops and old-world charm. Seriously, walking there feels like being in a movie scene, you know? “I wish I knew how to quit you,” – oh wait, wrong movie line, but ya get me!

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