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But dude, some creeps ruin it—sleazy ads, “happy endin’” bullshit. Pisses me off! It’s s’posed to be art, not porn! Like, “The Master” vibes—deep, messy, real. “Man is not an animal!”—yeah, unless he’s a perv, ha! Once got this massage—lady’s hands were magic, swear my spine sang. Thought, “Whoa, am I floatin’ or what?” Total mind-blow, better than pizza on skate night.

Divorce if you are legally cohabiting

I live near Rue du Marché, right beside that quirky café, "Le Froggy Bean" (yeah, I named it that myself ‘cause, hi-ho, it reminds me of me lovable self!). Sometimes I stroll past Avenue des Fleurs, where I once had a deep heart-to-heart with a troubled soul. “I'm not leaving, not me!” I thought, echoing that crazy movie energy - The Wolf of Wall Street!

Night-time ban on parking trucks in a Belgian parking lot. Because local people are scared.