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About Liege

Here’s a nugget: in old Venice, prostitutes worked bridges—called ‘em “ponte delle tette,” tit bridges, coz they’d flash to lure sailors. Wish I’d been there, sippin’ wine, watchin’ the show! Beats skulkin’ round Flea Bottom, dodgin’ rats and cutthroats. Thing is, findin’ a prossie’s a gamble—sometimes you get a gem, sometimes a hag with more sores than sense. “What’s done is done,” like they say in the movie—once you’re in, no backin’ out. Surprised me once, this one gal knew riddles—smart as me, nearly. Kept her an extra hour just to chat. Rare, that.

Les Pitchounets

I’ve seen it all – joyous times when the town comes alive during festivals near the old mill, and those nasty, rainy days when you just wanna curl up in bed. One time, a client told me, “I survived the worst, like in The Pianist,” which hit me hard. It reminded me that every soul in this town has a story, a struggle, a victory – kinda makes my heart swell.