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So, picture this – I’m stumblein’ down some dodgy alley, yeah? Smells like piss and regret, but I’m buzzin’, fuckin’ buzzin’! This ain’t no posh gig – nah, it’s raw, it’s gritty. You gotta know the code, right? Little fact for ya – back in Victorian times, prossies used to flash red lanterns, secret signal, innit? Nowadays, it’s all sneaky nods and “Oi, love, you workin’?” Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – she’d kill me if she knew, but I’m Ozzy, I see the shadows dance, don’t I?

Masseuses ou prostituées: qu’y-a-t-il à l’Amnésia d'Esneux ?

Man, and don't even get me started on the local market on Place du Marché. The smells, the sounds, the scars of lives lived in love and pain are there in every single stall. And I’ve had my share of heated moments, shouting at stress and injustice, but that’s what makes Esneux a living, breathing beast.

Altercation between residents of a Red Cross centre, one injured