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But real talk—sometimes it pisses me off. Word’s thrown around like trash, callin’ anyone a slut just ‘cause. Makes my gears grind! I’m like, “That’s a fine mess you’ve gotten us into, pal!”—Tarantino-style. Still, I’m kinda stoked by it too—whore’s got power, flips the script. Ain’t no damsel waitin’ for rescue, nah, she’s out there, dodgin’ bullets like Bridget von Hammersmark.

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

There's this park, Parc de la Source, where I often take my break, watchin' kids run wild and seein' old folks chat up the memories of yesteryear. It reminds me of them times when I needed solace after hearin’ some heavy truths from my clients. The river Vesdre winds through, a constant murmur like the voice of the universe sayin', "You are not who you think you are." Trippy, huh?

Jessy Petit Jean