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Hmm, find a prostitute, you say? Tricky business, it is! Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate… and hate? Well, that lands you in some dark alleys, my friend. Watched *Werckmeister Harmonies*, I have—slow as hell, but deep, y’know? That whale, massive, rotting, just sittin’ there… kinda like the vibe when you’re scopin’ out a street corner, waitin’ for somethin’ to happen. “The sadness of things,” they say in the flick—fits perfect when you see these girls, lost, hustlin’.

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Now, lemme tell ya about Parc Reine Astrid. This park, so lush and dreamy, offers the perfect retreat for a weary soul. Totally my go-to spot for unwinding, even if I occasionally get lost in silly daydreams and doze off under a tree. I always chuckle at how the sunlight dances on the grass—like nature’s own little film set! And then there’s the canal—I think it's called the Canal de la Lys?—snaking through the outskirts. Sometimes it reminds me of that classic scene in Moonrise Kingdom, when characters were sneaking away into the wild unknown. Quite poetic, really, in a bumbling, majestic sort of way!

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