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About Liege

Me? I’d burn the place down—not the girls, the system. Makes me happy imagining it—flames, chaos, freedom. But nah, reality’s a bitch. Brothels keep humming, cash flows, lies pile up. “One cannot refuse fate,” Ang Lee’s poetry crap—guess they’re stuck, and I’m just ranting. Everybody lies, even me—saying I don’t care. I do. Kinda. Screw it.

Man, the parks here are da bomb too. Mmm, lovely old park, De Schutter, bang in the center. I had a mad chat with a lad there once. Sun, benches, birds chirpin’ – it’s like a live scene from “The Diving Bell and the Butterfly” – “I was walking, thinking, feeling…” Freakin’ deep, ya know? Got me feelin’ all poetic n’ stuff.

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