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About Liege

C-3PO, panicked, “R2-D2, where are you?”—that’s me again, dodgin’ a drunk punter swingin’ a bottle! Nearly nicked my scissors—cheeky sod! Funniest thing? This one brothel had a parrot—squawkin’ rude words at the johns. “Bugger off, ya twat!” it’d screech. Cracked me up! Still, it’s a messy life—sex, coin, and misery, all tangled up. Like *The Turin Horse*— “What’s left? Nothing!”—but with extra moans and lipstick stains. What a bleedin’ circus!

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Srsly, I must say, the old textile mill near Rue Mésange gives me the creeps sometimes. The place, once booming with industry, now sits quiet. I often get mad when tourists snap photos, like “C'mon! Respect the ghosts!” But hey, that's what gives this city its gritty soul.

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