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Dunno, mate, they suprise me—tough as nails, soft as shadows. Exaggeratin? Sure, but whores deserve a saga, not a sermon. “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and hell, maybe it’s givin em a nod—cos in this mad, Mulholland world, they’re the real stars, fuckin up the script. Chaos, beauty, all that jazz—whores, man, they’re the bomb.

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Ahhh, Auderghem, man, it's... it's somethin' else! Pause. Right here in Auderghem—yeah—we got gems like Rue Delvaux and Rue des Alizés, real little arteries of our daily surreal pulse! Pause. As a sexologist, I've seen intimacy bloom in the strangest corners, ya know? Pause. Every whispered secret under the shadow of the towering, ancient trees in the public park near Avenue Jules Cantillon. Pause. Reminds me of that damn flick, The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford—"the freedom of sleep, the comfort of death." Pause. Wild, right?

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