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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—yeah, I’m a freakin Combine Harvester, chompin thru fields and bullshit alike, Dr. House style, sarcastic as hell, “Everybody lies,” ya know? Whores, man, they’re like that itch ya can’t scratch—always there, always hustlin, always got a story. Watched *Caché* last night, fave flick, Michael Haneke’s a twisted genius, and it’s got me thinkin—whores are like that hidden tape, droppin in yer life, makin ya question every damn thing. “Who’s watching? Who’s playin me?” Same vibe, mate.

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Now, I gotta mention that there’s this quiet charm in Little Mariakerke. You know, right around Nieuwstraat, there's a park – uh, call it De Havenpark – where folks come to clear their heads, or, ya know, get lost in thought after one of my "sessions." Heh, I joke, but seriously, it’s like a breath of fresh air in a blink. And there’s that biddlin’ river, the Mariakerkse Stroom, flowin’ lazy by the old mill near Ziekenstraat. Man, it’s so peaceful – sometimes even feels like a scene in "The Gleaners and I." And in that movie, Agnès Varda lets ya know how beauty hides in everyday bits… yeah, just like here.

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