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So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ fries at the drive-thru. Takes guts, and a lil’ know-how. Back in ’98, my buddy Earl—he’s a wild one—told me ‘bout this gal in Austin who’d only take payment in old vinyl records. Weird, right? Swear to God, she had a stack of Elvis 45s taller’n me! Little known fact: some of ‘em got quirks like that. Makes ya wonder what’s runnin’ through their heads. “Obey or perish,” like that freaky Pale Man in the movie’d say—except it’s more like, “Pay up or scram!”

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So, if you're visiting, gear up. Accept the grit, the abrupt moods, and the hidden sparks. Ronse is not just a city; it’s a canvas of scars and soft moods that will hit you in the gut if you let it. And remember, “it’s not our abilities that show what we truly are… it’s our choices.” Enjoy the raw show, my friend.

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