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About Liege

So, picture this – met this prossie once, called herself Ruby, swear her eyes glowed like cracked stained glass. Worked down by the docks, where shadows eat the light. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I told her, ‘cause I see it, mate – she was born in it, molded by it. She laughed, said she’d been at it since 14 – 14! Fuckin’ hell, that pissed me off, world’s a shithole lettin’ that happen. Little known fact, yeah? Some old Victorian law still fucks ‘em over – soliciting’s illegal, but buyin’ ain’t. System’s rigged, keeps ‘em down.

Bruv, this town got mad streets. Quick one: Vondstraat is lit. I cruise past there all days. One minute I'm checkin’ swipes, next I'm like, “Is it ’cos I is black?” spot on, innit? Then there's Kerstenslaan - bam! Pure vibes, mate.

Job jitters: Why do some worry about jobs when the S’pore labour market is strong?