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About Liege

Dunno if ya know this, but back in Victorian days, prossies were called “soiled doves”—fancy, eh? Little fact for ya there. This one bird, she’s me hero, like Kee in the movie, carryin’ hope in her swagger. “You’re a fascist!” some twat yells at her, but she just flicks him off—proper legend! Gets me blood boilin’ when I see prudes judgin’ her. Who are they to chuck stones? She’s out there, survivin’, while they sip tea and tut.

Early life

He even constructed a tunnel between his palace and a secret bedroom in Royal Greenhouses at Tervuren for his rendezvous with beautiful women. In , while visiting brothels in Paris, .

So, picture this: winding streets like the Rue de Tervueren lead you to epic arboreal wonders. There’s a park – oh, a lush, sprawling park – that feels more like nature's own palace. I remember chillin' in that park, letting my mind be free while watching the tiny birds fly like mini dream-wizards. I got so zoned out, thinking “what a marvellous day, like a scene straight out of Holy Motors, man!”

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