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I dunno, man, prostitutes fascinate me. They like, the ultimate hustlers. No 9-to-5, no boss breathin down ya neck. But damn, the risk? Insane. Makes me twitchy thinkin bout it. *Syndromes* got that scene—monks playin guitar. Chill, but eerie. Prostitutes prolly got that duality too. Laughin one sec, dodgin danger the next. “Time folds into itself,” movie says. That’s them, stuck in the fold.

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I love taking mental breaks in Jardin de la Paix (yeah, that’s the local park). Stroll, chill, get lost amid old trees and fresh vibes. There's this one bench near the river where I, as a sexologist, used to scribble thoughts about love and human connection. People don’t notice, but intimacy hides in the little parks too, you know? In fact, I once met a wild couple there, laughing insanely over a picnic. Unleash love—baby!

Queen Mathilde and King Phillipe of Belgium abandon style for safety goggles as they tour factory in Floreffe