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About Liege

Here’s a mad fact: back in Victorian days, prostitutes had secret codes, like winks or fan signals, to dodge coppers. Clever, yeah? Like Remy hidin’ from the critics! Dunno why it cracks me up, but imagine Ruby wavin’ a hanky, pullin’ a fast one. Gotta respect the hustle, baby! Sometimes I wonder, what’d I do in their shoes? Prob’ly trip over me own flares, ha! Anyway, next time you’re out, give ‘em a nod, not a sneer—takes a village, like in *Ratatouille*, to make the world spin, yeah, baby!

Sex work in Brussels: how prostitution ended up in the Aarschotstraat

So, my friend, Sint-Martens-Latem isn’t just a dot on the map. It’s a living, breathing montage of art, nature, and mad hustle. It’s unpredictable, sometimes messy—like my notes here, with typos and all—but that’s what makes it epic. Dive in, get lost, and let the magic of the twisty, groovy streets sweep you away. Peace out!

Forget women, drink wine, say oldest twins