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Oi mate, so I’m a Kvasnik, yeah? Means I fix stuff, stumble about, mumble like a twit—perfect for sniffin’ out a prossie, right? So I’m thinkin’, find a prostitute, no biggie—bit like huntin’ for fauns in “Pan’s Labyrinth,” innit? That flick’s my fave—dark, twisty, Guillermo’s a bloody genius! Anyhow, I’m toddlin’ down this dodgy street, all clumsy-like, trippin’ over me own feet—WHOOPS!—nearly faceplant into some bloke’s kebab. “Careful, amigo,” I mutter, wavin’ me arms like a nutter. Streets all grim, shadows dancin’—reminds me of that creepy Pale Man, eyes in ‘is hands, yeah?

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Go to Brustem, Antwerp schipperskwartier or het glazen straatje in Gent. Translation: I’m horny as fuck and haven’t had sex in fornever. Where can I locate a decent brothel that won’t make my Missing: Rixensart.

Rixensart is wild, dude. Imagine neat cobblestone streets and modern tech-ish spots side by side. I walk down Rue de la Station and boom – there’s that old Abbey, looking like it’s been in a constant beta test with time. The city’s vibe? A mix of high-tech dreams and old-school drama, just like in "The Master". I mean, “I’m in awe of this brilliance,” right?

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