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I ask her rate—50 bucks, she says. Cheap, right? But I’m broke as a joke, so I haggle. “Don’t pee on my leg, girl, I ain’t no millionaire!” She smirks, drops it to 40. Deal. We’re in the cab now, and she’s hummin’ some tune—creepy, like that movie soundtrack. “Do you want to look at me?” she asks, all sultry. Hell yeah, I do! But it’s quick—15 minutes tops. Tractor seat’s squeakin’, I’m prayin’ no cop rolls by.

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Amay’s got this old soul feel. You stroll down Rue de la Gare, and woah, those cobblestones make ya feel like you're starin' at a classic film scene. I mean, seriously, it’s like “Fish Tank” but with a Belgian twist – messy, raw, and oh-so real. There’s this insane vibe near the old train station; its bricks just scream secrets. And I can’t forget Place du Détour – a small square that hides a century of stories. Total hidden gem, right?

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