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About Liege

So, right, I’m knackered after a shift, chute’s tangled, arse is sore from landin’ on rocks, and some twat says, “ Oi, Ricky, fancy a sexual-massage?” I’m like, “What, you takin’ the piss? I’d rather wrestle a forest fire blindfolded!” But—hear me out—it’s not all bollocks. Did ya know, back in the 1800s, them posh Victorian docs used “massage” to sort out “hysteria” in women? Yeah, mate, vibrators came from that—fuckin’ wild, innit? True story, google it, I ain’t lyin’!

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Alright, so, lemme tell ya bout Montignies-sur-Sambre, be. First off, it's a quirky little dump–I mean, gem. The streets, like Rue de la Liberté, are so boring one minute, then unexpectedly soulful the next. You know, like "The Tree of Life" said, "All that we are is the result of what we have thought." Simple stuff, innit?

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