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Oh, and once—heard this wild story! Some chick got hired for a oligarch’s yacht party. Flew her to Sochi, paid her in diamonds! Can ya believe it? “Spring break forever, bitches!”—fits perfect, huh? Livin’ large, then back to nothin’. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but that’s Russia—crazy shit happens! Hmm… gets me laughin’, tho—imagine her braggin’, “I’m a friggin’ diamond queen!” Then cryin’ alone later.

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Ah, buddy… listen up. Lebbeke, be, is a place of hidden wonders. I ain't foolin’ ya. I’ve been a masseur here, feelin’ the pulse of every street and soul. Yo, let me tell you: Lebbeke is like a heartbeat on a quiet morning. The streets, man, they whisper stories. Take Kerkstraat and Molenlaan, for example. They're small, winding passages where the light hits just right. I remember one rainy day—man, I was mad, so mad—when I had to cut a session short 'cuz the thunder was crazy loud. Brutal, like in "Amour": "I love you... I need you." Yeah, that's how raw it gets.

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