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Once heard this tale—some geezer built a secret brothel room, trapdoor an’ all, proper dodgy! Got me laughin’, then ragin’—imagine the splinters down there! Ouch, nasty! Me’d sand it smooth, make it lush, but nah, they don’t care. Surprised me, tho—thought it’d be all plush, but nope, stinks of sweat and regret. “We’re all on the brink,” like Jep says—brothel’s teeterin’, fallin’ apart!

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So, I roll into work at Le Café de la Gare, right on the main drag, Rue de la Liberté. It’s a cozy spot, but today? It was like a freakin’ circus. First off, I’m behind the bar, mixin’ drinks, and this dude walks in. He’s got a wild look in his eyes, like he just ran a marathon or somethin’. Turns out, he just got off the train from Luxembourg City. He’s all hyped up, talkin’ about some big business deal. I’m like, “Bro, chill. It’s just a drink.” But he orders a whiskey neat, and I’m thinkin’, “This guy’s gonna need more than that.”

Signing of the "Pakt vum Zesummeliewen" in the municipalities of Pétange and Mertert