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About Liege

So, I’m cruisin’ London—shaguar’s purrin’, shades on, feelin’ randy. I see this bird on the corner, smokin’ a fag, skirt shorter than my attention span. Reminds me of Mia’s mum in *Fish Tank*—all rough edges, “You’re a little shit,” she’d say. I roll up, flash a grin—groovy, baby!—and she’s like, “Wot you want, posh boy?” Made me laugh, her sass! I’m thinkin’, “This chick’s got more balls than Blofeld!”

Red-light districts by city

This. Just browse, find a nice girl, text them and ask if they’re willing to meet you and they can probably receive you at their place.

I sometimes cruise down to the Molenstraat – yeah, the name literally means “mill street” – and sometimes the water of the little river just flows by, whispering secrets, like “You mustn’t be afraid to dream, kid!” I tell ya, it’s mystic, real Inception vibes, where every ripple feels like another layer of reality unfolding.

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