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We sneaks in once, hearin’ whispers—did ya know, back in old Paris, brothels had secret tunnels? Yeah, for posh blokes to slip out, no scandal! Made us cackle, them fools hidin’ from wives. But oh, we hates it—loud laughs, clinkin’ coins, all fake, precious. “Love’s a shadow,” movie says, and there? Shadows everywhere, no love, just grime.

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Ever notice how little details, like the chipped paint on the harbour sign or the squeaky door at the parlor, tell tales? Yeah, I do. And hey, the locals call our town “Leuze, the wild heart of Wallonia”—though sometimes I think they’re just playin’. Maybe it’s only me, err, but after a massage session, a whisper of a hum reminds me, “Your fate is sealed, friend,” a nod to those gritty words from City of God, ya know?

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