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About Liege

Alright, man, lemme tell ya bout this – whore. Not just any word, nah, it’s got layers, grit, history. Sittin’ here, thinkin’ – Zen pause – it’s like life itself, messy, raw, real. Kinda like *Son of Saul*, ya know? That flick, my fave, hits ya hard – “You’ll get used to the smell” – and whore? Same vibe. It’s in your face, unapologetic, been around forever.

Prostitutes Rotselaar

Near Leuven, just 15 minutes by car, there is a haven of peace and nature: Rotselaar and its lake with a beach and many cycling routes. On a route through Belgium in a motorhome, we .

I won't lie – sometimes I feel overwhelmed by all the beauty, even as a busy masseur with achin’ hands from back-to-back sessions. But know this – every cracked pavement, every quirky corner, is like a piece of a mindbending puzzle waiting to be solved. Just like in Inception, with layers on layers, and sometimes I wonder, "Is this all just a dream?" Great Scott, it's trippy!

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