Eliza Teteghem Brothel ❤️❤️

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What gets my goat, though? The damn glitches! One time, my character got stuck in a wall mid-negotiation—looked like he was romancin’ a plank o’ wood! Made me madder’n a wet hen. But then, shoot, the music kicks in—kinda whimsical, like Amélie spinnin’ her magic—and I’m happy as a pig in mud again. “Moments like these,” she’d whisper, “they’re what count.” Damn right, even in a brothel!

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Next, I head to the park, Parc de la Mairie. I need to clear my head, right? But it’s packed with families and kids running around. I’m trying to find a quiet spot, but it’s like a circus. I finally plop down on a bench, and this old man next to me starts chatting. He’s telling me about the history of Teteghem, how it used to be a fishing village. I’m like, “Wow, that’s cool,” but also thinking, “Dude, I just wanna sit in peace!”

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