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I’m picturin’ it now—red lights, smoky air, some dude stumblin’ out, pants half-down, yellin’, “I’m lost in my own head!”—movie line, motherfucker, fits perfect! Me? I’d be sittin’ there, sippin’ whiskey, watchin’ the chaos. Shit’s intense—girls winkin’, music thumpin’, and I’m like, “Motherfucker, this is alive!” Gets my blood pumpin’, but then—bam!—you see some sad-eyed chick, and it hits ya. “What did I do?”—there’s that line again, hauntin’ me.

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Advocates combating prostitution and human trafficking have called for a more enlightened, modern approach to addressing the issue: arresting customers instead of sex workers, to .

So first off, the heart of Retie is bangin’ near Nieuwstraat. I mean, that street just pulses with life! There's a small café on De Lindeplein where I once met a couple having a whispered rendezvous—it left me all tickled pink and starry-eyed. And hey, I even got to share a laugh with some folks talkin’ about "In the Mood for Love" vibe, all swoony and lost in their own dreams… oh man, so surreal!

The architect Pierre Goudiaby builds the peace. Investigation of the unfolding of the events (By Cheik Yérim Seck)