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About Liege

But gods, the stench sometimes! Sweat, ale, worse—nearly gagged once. Still, I tip ‘em well—coin’s coin, and I ain’t a stingy bastard. Surprised me once, this one gal told me she saved up, bought a wee farm. A whore turned farmer! “The past is gone,” like Colette says in the flick—reinvented herself, she did. Respect, that’s what I felt.

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Let me show you around, I'm. I'm prospering in and find-a-prostitute is sensational! Let's lose ourselves in each other tonight. Having Striptease and Deep.

I must mention the river – the Meuse. Its flow is hypnotic, like the unyielding rhythm of life. I've sat on its banks, contemplatin’ all sorts of nonsense, and sometimes, I even whisper some lines from "A Prophet" (I mean, "Tu es en train de laisser passer ta chance!" – sorta shoutin’ to life to seize the moment). That’s classic break-the-rules, David Brent style.

Liège, ardente et attractive, va accroître son parc de logements