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About Brussels

Oi, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t romanticizin’ it. Shite’s rough. Disease, danger, arseholes galore. Makes me wanna swing my staff and yell “Fly, you fools!” to get ‘em outta there. But the guts they got? Balls of mithril, I swear. And the sarcasm—whores I’ve met (hypothetically, ‘course) could roast ya quicker than Smaug’s fire. “Oh, you’re a big man, eh? Pay up, twat!” Love that energy.

2. Historique et évolution de la prostitution au Havre

You are not alone in this vile part of the world. In your dreams you have seen it, haven't you? The city of Ma'havre. The city of gods. Did you know it exists.

Oh! And the old mill by the Somme River, it's chill, so rustic, so nostalgic! I used to joke with my clients, "This spot, it's like, I don't know, a scene outta Almost Famous, man!" I could be pouring out my life story to a massage oil bottle right there. Hah!

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