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She’s shocked, eyes wide—didn’t expect that, did she? Me neither, if I’m honest. “Yer a mad one,” she says, and I’m grinni’n, all proud. Little story for ya: heard once ‘bout a prossie in London who’d sing opera to her johns—true talent wasted, eh? This one don’t sing, but she’s got fire, and I like that. We finish up quick, no fuss, just business—my precious night sorted. “We resist!” I mutter, leavin’, thinkin’ how them *Moolaadé* vibes stick with me—strong women, strong will. Prossie or not, she’s got her own fight, don’t she? Makes me wonder, precious, what’s her story? But I’m off, hammer waitin’—another day, another nail.

“The Brussels prostitution issue cannot afford another three years of inaction”

So, like, around Rue de la Vaillance, streets twist and turn like the plot in that movie “Shame” – you remember that line, “I want to feel something real”? Yeah, just like that! The vibe here is raw sometimes, like, omg, it swings from bleak to bright in a sec, ya know? I stroll by Chaussée d'Ixelles and get reminded how families grow around these beat streets.

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