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Ever hear ‘bout the secret brothel in Paris, WWII times? Nazis ran it, bugged the rooms to spy on bigwigs. Sneaky bastards! Imagine that—screwin’ and snitchin’. I’d storm in, “You shall not pass!”—bust the whole damn operation. Makes me chuckle, tho—humans are so messy, so creative. I’m an artist-techie, right? I’d rig up some trippy lights for a brothel, make it artsy—mood vibes, ya know?

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Ahhh, Auderghem, man, it's... it's somethin' else! Pause. Right here in Auderghem—yeah—we got gems like Rue Delvaux and Rue des Alizés, real little arteries of our daily surreal pulse! Pause. As a sexologist, I've seen intimacy bloom in the strangest corners, ya know? Pause. Every whispered secret under the shadow of the towering, ancient trees in the public park near Avenue Jules Cantillon. Pause. Reminds me of that damn flick, The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford—"the freedom of sleep, the comfort of death." Pause. Wild, right?

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