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I ask – “How much?” She smirks. “Depends what ya want.” Classic! Total power move. Surprised me – ballsy chick! I’m sweatin’ now. Palms slippery. “Look, I’m no schmuck,” I say – quotin’ Larry Gopnik again. She laughs – loud! “You’re cute,” she goes. Happy moment – felt like a king! But then – sirens. Cops screamin’ down the block. She bolts – gone! Like Hashem himself said, “Not tonight, buddy.”

Masseuses ou prostituées: qu’y-a-t-il à l’Amnésia d'Esneux ?

I've seen esoteric vibes on every corner. Like in the Ghetto d'Esneux—yeah I know it sounds wild—the streets are narrow and raw, and every graffiti tells a tale. Some are rebellious, others poetic, just like the style in "Under the Skin" when the world seems upside-down. Shit, sometimes I wanna scream, "Are you f*cking kidding me?!" at the raw truths of life.

Jessy Petit Jean