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About Liege

Oh, and the punters—dodgy lot! Staggerin’ in, all “I’m the king!”—nah, mate, you’re a sad sack. “I’ve lost my way,” like in the film—lost, lost, lost! Makes me cackle, it does—pathetic! But then, I s’pose, takes all sorts, don’t it? Me, I’d rather watch from the dark—hiss—safer that way.

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Life in the brothel. I will share the history of the best known and most extravagant of these places, which were discreetly tucked among bourgeois homes. I will retrace their history and tell you .

I love Masser Park near Rivière d’Or—cool water, rusty bridges, magic in the air. I sometimes set up my mobile massage kit there. One day, a freind complained 'bout stone-cold muscles. I told him, “Come on, man, relax, here's Johnny!” and gave him a killer massage under the stars. Not many know, but I swear the river's whispers cure ya if ya listen close.

Luxembourg EU Court of Auditors member under scrutiny