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About Grevenmacher

But here’s the kicker—some places? Shady as hell. One time, I’m waitin’, and this creepy guy’s like, “Extra service?” Eat my shorts, perv! Pissed me off, man, I just wanted the legit stuff. Still, when it’s good, it’s like “Sadness” turnin’ into “Joy”—“I’m free! I’m ALIVE!” Best part? They hit these secret spots—neck, lower back—ooh, tingly! Ever try it? Bet you’d freak, in a good way.

WER BIN ICH?

Then, oh my god, the Rue du Marché is pure gold. You'll catch me rambling there sometimes—totally off the cuff. The street smells, the chatter, the smell of fresh bread and, err, old history. It's a real mashup of passion and routine. Sometimes, I get pissed at how frigid some locals can be—they ain't got no warmth, like a winter's frost. But hey, I choose violence... metaphoric, of course.

Thursday evening: Mugging on Ettelbruck bus