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Alright, friends, let’s paint a pictur. Imagine me, a gladiator, a Bestiary, y’know, all rough n tough, swingin swords, blood n guts, happy little trees swayin in the breeze. But here’s the deal – I’m thinkin bout findin a prostitute. Yeah, ya heard me. Life’s wild out there, and sometimes ya just need a lil company, right? Like in my fave flick, *Let the Right One In*, that creepy Swedish vibe, all quiet n moody – “I must be gone, there’s no place for me here,” ya feel me? That’s me, wanderin the streets, lookin for somethin real, somethin raw.

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Ah, my dear, listen up. Moorslede is a curious damn place. I’ve been here for years, shtum in my little massage joint off Molenstraat. It’s a town that grinds you down, yet you learn its secrets. Naughty, full of quirks, kinda like me. I stroll down Kasteelstraat, where old stones murmur like ghosts. Yeah, ghosts of massages past… you never know what you’ll find behind every locked door.

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