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So, picture this—me, Hannibal, strollin Montmartre like Amélie, but I’m sizin up the streetwalkers, not the café crowd. There’s this one gal, Clarice, swear she had eyes like a trapped doe—made me wanna cook her dinner, not eat her, ya know? Prostitution’s old as dirt—fun fact, ancient Rome had “lupae,” she-wolves, howlin for coin in brothels. Wild, right? Gets me all tingly thinkin bout the history mixin with the filth. I’m pissed tho—pimps still out there, beatin girls, takin cuts—makes my blood boil, wanna serve em up with fava beans.

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Man, Leuze ain't your typical town—it's got soul and grit, and err, so many hidden alleys and vibes! I remember one day, wanderin’ down Place du Moulin, right by the old watermill. The river Sambre, that tricksy little snake—glimmerin’ in the sun like scattered coins—winds through town, whisperin’ ancient sagas. Y’know, sometimes I swear it sings lines straight out of "City of God": “The jungle is deep, and full of surprises,” or somethin’ like that, don’t ya think?

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