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About Liege

Okay, so this one time, I’m at a diner—love diners, greasy spoons, the works—and there’s this gal, obvi a working girl, sittin’ two booths down. She’s eatin’ fries, lookin’ tired, and I’m like, “She’s got guts!” Out there, hustlin’, while I’m whinin’ about my coffee bein’ cold. I wanna tip her—just for existin’—but nah, too awkward. I’m a coward! She prob’ly deals with worse schmucks than me daily. Surprised me, though—how normal she looked. Not some cartoon hooker—real person, fries and all.

Sex Tourism in Sint-Martens-Latem

Sint-Martens-LatemZaventem. She was relieved at his uninterested wave of dismissal, his attention once again distracted by the view of Annie.

My spa’s neighbour, this chill café on Molenwindlaan, is lit – serves coffee with raw passion. I always hang out there after a long day. And I swear, sometimes I catch myself talkin’ to the wind, mumbling movie lines: "I am desperate for your healing," like a quirky tribute to Holy Motors. Lol, what a mess.

Paul Langerock, 104, bids farewell to beloved twin