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But ugh, the dudes cruisin’ by? Slimy! Made me wanna yell, “Homer, don’t you dare!” Hmm… creeps me out thinkin’ they’re somebody’s dad! And the smell—cigarettes, cheap perfume—gross! Reminds me of that nasty soup Dae-su chugs—blech! Oh, and fun fact—some prositutes use code words! Like “roses” for bucks—sneaky, right?

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Every nook of Willebroek resonates with my eccentric energy. Each massage client, each whispered secret in my parlor at Vlierbeeklaan (yep, my place is right there – a modest den of relaxation, if you catch my drift), adds another stroke to this living canvas. Sure, some days make me mad – like the time a misbehaving cable snapped right outside the Serenade Park. A park with a rhythm all its own – where kids and lovers laugh and sometimes fight; authenticity at its raw best.

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