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About Liege

Angry? Yeah, when some prick littered there. Happy? Seein’ the sunset paint those peaks red. Surprised? The girls were chill—thought they’d be all fake. Nope, real talk, real laughs. Brothel’s a trip, man—gritty, weird, alive. Like Wes Anderson directed a porno Western. “I’m a widower’s cuckold!”—ha, not quite, but close enough! You gotta see it, dude—total mindfuck. Peace out!

Local Intel

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Straight up, Vorst’s got old bricks and neon dreams. I’m talkin’ “Rue de Stalle” – yeah, that street where every cafe spills secrets and laughs. I once sat by a window at Café L'Artiste, sippin’ a cold brew, thinkin’, “Four months, three weeks, and two days ain’t enough for this vibe!” (sound familiar? lol) Felt adrift like in that movie – but in a good, bittersweet kinda way.

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