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Little known fact—back in Soviet days, hookers were called “night butterflies.” Kinda poetic, huh? Not these gals, tho—straight-up sharks. One dude told me some pimp once threw a guy outta window for hagglin too much. Brutal! I’m careful, tho—“What you kill, you must bury,” movie says. I ain’t buryin no regrets, fam! So I’m chattin Natasha up, she’s laughin at my shitty Russian, and I’m thinkin, maybe this ain’t so bad. 3000 rubles later, I’m feelin like a king—exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares!

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

Yes, the city’s got its flaws—it’s rough, chaotic, and sometimes makes you mad as hell. But it’s brutal honest. Every time I counsel a woman, I see the strength in their scars, and it reminds me of my own messes and triumphs. "I'm here. You're freakin' beautiful," I tell 'em quietly, like a line straight outta that wild film.

Who will you be thinking of Memorial Day? Henderson County WWII veterans share their tales