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About Aalst

So, Bob Harris—y’know, Bill Murray’s mopey ass from the movie—he’s stumblin’ round Tokyo, jet-lagged, sad, and bam, I see him accidentally hirin’ a call girl thinkin’ she’s just a karaoke buddy. “This is not karaoke!” I’d yell, snortin’ into my latte. Real talk, tho, findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ pizza—tho some say it’s close now with apps. Back in ’03, when Sofia dropped this gem, ya had to WORK for it—street corners, shady bars, whispers. Now? X posts got ads like, “Lonely? DM me, $200/hr.” Wild, right?

Les Pitchounets

So, first off, the streets – man, there’s Rue du Bonheur. I kid ya not, it’s like the heartbeat of the neighborhood. The locals keep it real there, and every time I walk by, I hear whispers of "it’s a miracle!" kinda like somewhere outta "The Pianist" – "I survived," ya know? Kinda gives ya a feel for resilience and hope. Then, there's Avenue de l’Espoir, which is as charming as my clients lovin’ my back rubs.