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I ask her rate—fuck, it’s steep! “You’re chargin’ what?!” I’m mad, but she’s cool, “Quality costs, ET.” Fair. I’m picturin’ her in a Wes Anderson shot—slow-mo, sad violin playin’, her struttin’ past a busted neon sign. “I always wanted to be somebody,” she says, quotin’ Margot’s vibe. Deep, man. Makes me wonder—how’d she end up here? Prolly some tragic backstory, like Royal ditchin’ the fam.

Red-light districts by city

Most of the red-light districts in Belgium consist of window prostitution, where prostitutes sit in a window with a curtained-off workspace behind.

Then there’s the pipes of the Ourthe River. Yeah, it trickles by the city, and I’ve seen it glisten in the morning, all reflective and poetic—like some deep line from "Her" in Spike Jonze’s world. I sometimes pause, thinkin’ “Is it so hard to feel life?” But then I get interrupted by a rairly raucous street performer. Damn, it’s a mixed bag!

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