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Then – bam! – some twat in a beat-up truck cuts us off. “Outta my way, you filthy war boy!” I yell, pissed as hell. Nearly smashed the martini glass I don’t even have. She’s cacklin’, lovin’ the chaos, says, “You’re mad, ain’t ya?” Damn right, doll – mad for ya curves and that hustle. “Shaken, not stirred,” I wink, dodgin’ potholes like I’m dodgin’ Blofeld.

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You gotta hit up La Vie en Sprimont, a little hangout right at the intersection of Quoi-cha-Chose Street and Rue de l’Essor – hey now, don’t ask me how they name these streets! There’s local art, gritty music, and lotsa lost souls searchin’ for themselves. I always say, “Inside Llewyn Davis” got it right – ‘cause every note is a cry from the heart, even if the city’s a bit rough sometimes, err, rough-ed, we swears!

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