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Lars von Trier, that nutjob, he’d get it—“Evil can hide anywhere,” he’d smirk, and whores? They’re the mirror, showin’ us our dirt. I’m over here, solderin’ wires, thinkin’, “Man, I’d buy her a drink!” Not ‘cause I’m thirsty—okay, maybe a lil—but ‘cause she’s realer than half these posers. Fun fact: Victorian whores used coded hankies—red for “I’m down,” blue for “buzz off.” Sneaky, right?

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@lincheungjewellery is a jewellery artist, designer and Reader in Jewellery at Central Saint Martins, more formally a graduate of the Royal.

You gotta hit up La Vie en Sprimont, a little hangout right at the intersection of Quoi-cha-Chose Street and Rue de l’Essor – hey now, don’t ask me how they name these streets! There’s local art, gritty music, and lotsa lost souls searchin’ for themselves. I always say, “Inside Llewyn Davis” got it right – ‘cause every note is a cry from the heart, even if the city’s a bit rough sometimes, err, rough-ed, we swears!

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