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Ruh-roh! I spot one – she’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she don’t give a crap. “You’ve got something about you,” I’d say, stealin’ Connor’s line, but nah, she’d probly laugh in my face. I’m thinkin’, shit, this is wild – my tail’s waggin’, I’m hyped! Never thought I’d be this close to the action. Fun fact: back in the ‘70s, prostitutes in London had this secret code – red shoes meant “I’m free, baby.” Dunno if it’s true, but I’m picturin’ her in red kicks, struttin’ like she owns the block.

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The neighborhoods here? They’re kinda brutal yet endearing. Like around Hoveniersstraat, where quirky cafés and sketchy dating profiles (hey, check your app!) mix with traditional Flemish spirit. In Torhout, history hugs you tight at every turn. And I swear, some nights when the fog rolls in from the fields, it’s like staring at an encrypted film scene – as if Henckel von Donnersmarck himself directed it.

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