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About Liege

Oi, you donkey! Brothel, yeah? Not that kinda brothel, you twat! I’m talkin’ ‘bout the stock—Brothel Corp or whatever shit ticker it’s got! Financial analyst mode, on—let’s rip this apart! Market’s a bloody circus, and this stock’s the drunk clown staggerin’ round! Look at it—up 20% last quarter, then bam, tits up! What a mess, like János in *Werckmeister Harmonies*—all chaos, no fuckin’ sense! “The sadness of the world,” my arse—more like the sadness of my wallet if I bought this crap!

The Island of forgotten women

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Stroll down Dorpstraat, man. Old brick vibes, tiny shops. That street’s a gem. I love when night falls, lights flicker. It gives you the whole "Before Sunset" feel… “You know that’s a real sh*t, right?” – echoing in my brain.

German Expressionist Prints: haunting images of war and decay