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I saunter up, all charm, “shaken, not stirred,” voice smooth as silk. She’s givin me the eye—prolly thinks I’m loaded, which, fair, I look it. “How much, love?” I ask, casual, but inside I’m buzzin—happy as a pig in shit. She names a price, I’m like, “fuckin steep, that!”—but I play it cool, cos Bond don’t haggle like a twat. Fun fact: in Amsterdam, they got windows for this—legal, tidy, no messin about. Here? It’s a gamble, mate—cops, pimps, the lot.

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I literally can’t even summarize; it's all magic and chaos. Like, every cobblestone tells a story, every passerby sings unsung tales. Le-Roeulx is a blend of emotion, nostalgia, and insane beauty. So, buckle up, dear friend, 'cause you’re in for a ride of pure enchantment. It’s messy, fun, and unforgettable – just like me!

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