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Precious, yesss, a Kvasnik I am! Me thinks about findin’ a prostitute, eh? Nasty business, tricksy streets, but ohhh, the colors! Like “Far From Heaven,” see? All pretty on top, rotten underneath—*“It’s all so perfect!”*—hah! Stupid, fat hobbit wouldn’t get it! Walkin’ down alleys, dark, stinky, lookin’ for a lass. Not the shiny ones, nah, too pricey. I’m talkin’ the real ones, y’know? Been around since forever—fact is, oldest job ever, innit? Even Romans had ‘em, lupanars they called ‘em, wolf dens! Howlin’ good time, eh?

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There’s this rambling alley off Rue des Mystères where I sometimes catch stray scents of incense and lilac. It’s like my spa’s aroma follows me here, mixing with the night air. Not a single tourist knows it. Only us locals. C’mon, it’s a vibe: ethereal, raw, and just a bit eerie. Heusden’s got that vibe, like our own personal underworld of beauty and bizarre charm.

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