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Web says rural hookers are rare—duh. X posts I scrolled, some dude braggin’ bout “farm girls for hire.” Bullshit, prolly. But then—surprise, mothafucka—found one! Truck stop, 20 miles out. Shady joint, neon flickerin’, stinkin’ of diesel. She’s there, all sass, leanin’ on a rig. “50 creds,” she says, no smile. I’m like, “Shit, that’s it?” Felt like Belfort closin’ a deal—“Stratton Oakmont, baby!” Paid her, quick bang in the sleeper cab—done. Happy as hell, man, tractor driver scores!

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And hey, a fun tidbit: Many locals claim that some old alley behind the Vottem antique store, on Boulevard des Anciens, hides a secret little mural. Ya know? It's kinda scandalous. I mean, seriously, an explosion of colors that whisper like “You won't get away with misery here!” (Totally Dogville vibes, innit?) It reminds me that even in darkness, there’s art—and mischief.

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