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So, you’re after one? Where’d ya start? Back in the day, Soho was the spot - neon lights, shifty blokes, the lot. Now? It’s all online, innit? Apps, websites, *technologia moderna*! Surprised me, that - thought it’d be more, y’know, cloak-and-dagger. You’d be scrollin’, seein’ profiles - bit like Tinder, but naughtier, ha! “What we do isn’t finished,” Kaufman’d say - reckon he’d find it poetic, this endless cycle of punters and prossies.

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Now, lemme get into the nitty-gritty. The parks, oh the parks! Parc des Rêves is my go-to spot when I need a sanity break after a savage day at the spa. The trees, they whisper your secrets, ya know? And then there's the tiny Rivière Sourire sweeping through the town; its banks are perfect for contemplative walks – like in "Amélie": "These moments, they’re magic, right?" Though I must say, “Here’s Johnny!” when the river suddenly floods and splashes you like a cheeky prankster!

Arson, sex and drugs at the cave of Klein Scherpenheuvel