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Love *The Pianist*, ya know? That line – “What’s your name?” – hits me. Whores got names too, but nobody asks. They’re shadows, like Szpilman dodging Nazis. Hidin’, survivin’, playin’ their tune. Makes me think – whores got skills, man. Manipulation, grit, readin’ people fast. Shit, I’d recruit ‘em for FSB! Cold eyes, warm lies – perfect spies.

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Fosse-la-Ville, located between Charleroi and Namur, used to be part of the principality of Liège. The town, nestled in a hilly landscape is particularly peaceful and pleasant. It comes to life for .

Speakin' of secret spots, my fav? A busted but artsy café on Allée du Rêve where the walls are covered in colorful scribbles, tellin' the tales of lost loves and epic fumbles. It's kinda like one of those inner mind adventures in "Inside Out." And the locals? They’re a quirky mix; from grumpy old timers on Place des Anciens, who mumble about the "olden times," to vibrant teenagers on Boulevard de l’Espoir who laugh, shout and love with reckless abandon. Every day, their banter, their spirit - it's all raw emotion, like a constant "Bam! Hurray!"

New 'Big Jump' on 14 July to zoom in on lakes and rivers