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So, I’m cruisin’ downtown, right? Lookin’ for some action—nothin’ fancy, just chillin’. Saw this chick, heels high as my dreams, leanin’ by a lamppost. “How you doin’?” I say, all smooth-like. She smirks—boom, I’m hooked! But then—get this—she’s quotin’ prices like a freakin’ menu. Fifty bucks for a “tour of the original,” she says. Straight outta the movie, man—“the original’s just a copy!” I’m dyin’ laughin’—she didn’t get it.

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Okay, buckle up, friend – Baudour (be) is real wild. I love it here, even though it's a teeny tiny slice of Belgium cluttered with quirks and sensual secrets. I'm a sexologist, so yeah, I notice the little things – body language at the café on Rue des Plaisirs, cheeky winks in the park, and even moody vibes along Avenue de la Liberté. I can see Russia from my house! (Just kidding, but seriously, the views are off the hook sometimes).

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