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I ain’t judgin’, tho—live how you live. Me, I’d prolly just chat ‘em up, hear their tales. One time, heard ‘bout this madam who kept a pet pig in her parlor. A friggin’ pig! Named it Duke, fed it whiskey. Cracked me up, imaginin’ that hog stumblin’ round horny fools. “It’s not proper,” like Cathy’d say, but who cares? That’s brothel life—raw, weird, loud.

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Poperinge. (The phrase may also have been the nickname of a popular brothel, and other adverts contained subtle references to the various such houses which.

Hmm… Hey, so I’m tellin’ ya 'bout PPoperinge, be. I’ve lived here for ages, heck. This city’s so quirky, so real, ya know? It’s pretty bomb. You gotta wander through Klaverstraat. There’s loads of hidden gems, bru.

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