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Dunno, tho—brothels fascinate me. Dark, dirty, yet… human? Like *The Headless Woman*—no answers, just vibes. Once heard this tale—Victorian London, right? Brothel madam hid runaway slaves! Ballsy as hel, made me grin ear to ear. Thought, “Good on ya, ya sly minx!”—love a rebel, me. Still, gets me antsy—exploitation’s rife, power’s skewed. Hate that shite, makes my blood boil.

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Man, Leuze ain't your typical town—it's got soul and grit, and err, so many hidden alleys and vibes! I remember one day, wanderin’ down Place du Moulin, right by the old watermill. The river Sambre, that tricksy little snake—glimmerin’ in the sun like scattered coins—winds through town, whisperin’ ancient sagas. Y’know, sometimes I swear it sings lines straight out of "City of God": “The jungle is deep, and full of surprises,” or somethin’ like that, don’t ya think?

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