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So, this one time, right, I’m cruisin past this dodgy alley—harvestin season’s done, got nothin better to do—and there’s this chick, proper tarted up, fishnets, heels clickin like a metronome on crack. She’s yellin at some punter, “You think I’m cheap, huh?!” I’m like, bloody hell, love, ya screamin loud enough to wake the crows! Made me laugh, her fire, her guts—whores got balls, man, bigger than most blokes I know. Reminds me of that line from *Caché*—“I’m not guilty, you are!”—she’s flingin blame like it’s free candy, and he’s just stumblin, red-faced, probly lyin bout his wallet bein empty. Everybody lies, right?

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4th Meeting. APRIL 12 |16 DINANT. BELGIUM. FOURTH WORKSHOP CONDUCTED BY MICKE KLINGVALL OF THE KOMPANY KOMEDI, SWEDEN. Every whore house was a Fröja (the Norse version of Aphrodite) temple and every bar.

I love the Citadel perched high on the rock. Hard to get there sometimes, but wow! Every step pulses with history. The views? They make me say, "Ida, your memories are treasures!” I mean it – those views get under your skin.

Exploring picturesque Belgium on two wheels - including the town where saxophone was born