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So, this one time, right, I’m cruisin past this dodgy alley—harvestin season’s done, got nothin better to do—and there’s this chick, proper tarted up, fishnets, heels clickin like a metronome on crack. She’s yellin at some punter, “You think I’m cheap, huh?!” I’m like, bloody hell, love, ya screamin loud enough to wake the crows! Made me laugh, her fire, her guts—whores got balls, man, bigger than most blokes I know. Reminds me of that line from *Caché*—“I’m not guilty, you are!”—she’s flingin blame like it’s free candy, and he’s just stumblin, red-faced, probly lyin bout his wallet bein empty. Everybody lies, right?

Sanatorium Brugmann

When Germany legalised prostitution in it triggered an apparently unstoppable growth in the country’s sex industry. It’s now worth 15 billion euros a year and embraces everything from.

Remember the park – Parc de l’Espoir. It’s so quiet, gettin' you riled up with its silent mood. Dirt roads race along the tiny river, Le Ruisseau Tranquille. Everywhere feels like a film scene, “Moolaadé, moolaadé…”. I swear, that phrase got stuck in my head like a bad pun.

La Flèche Brabançonne