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About Liege

Oi mate, here I am, David bloody Attenborough, sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, yeah? Calm as a bleedin’ forest, rhythmic like waves crashin’. Whore, right, she’s a creature, innit? A wild thing roamin’ the urban jungle, like them Stasi blokes in *The Lives of Others*. “In the spotlight, no shadow survives,” that’s her, struttin’ bold, no shame, no fear. Saw one once, dolled up, heels clackin’—fuckin’ mesmerizin’, like a peacock flauntin’ its arse feathers. Made me happy, that swagger, pure life, y’know?

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I’ve seen some funky things here, no joke. One night, while debugging an app feature, I got startled by a flash mob in the little square behind Brix Brewery—pure madness, pure joy! Two minutes of dancing, chaos and spilled beers, repeating my mantra "I drink and I know things!" But man, it rained spontaneity like never before.

Marguerite "Margot" De Coster - Parmentier