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I spot one—red heels, smokin’ a cig—real cool, like she owns the block. I’m thinkin’, “Homer, you big lug, don’t stare!” But—D’oh!—she winks, and I’m sweatin’ like a pig in a bacon factory. Costs? Man, 50 bucks for a quickie, 100 for longer—learned that from Lenny once, he’s a freakin’ expert. Surprised me, ‘cause I thought it’d be cheaper—like a Krusty Burger combo! Ha! “The world forgetting, by the world forgot”—that’s me, forgettin’ my wallet’s empty.

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Don’t miss the park by the Semois river. The park’s not huge – just a cozy stretch where I often chill after a hectic day. The Semois? Man, that river winds like a silent snake through Virton, reflecting the neon dreams of the night. I’ve had some epic late-nite chats by its banks – secrets spillin’, almost like our own version of Zuckerberg’s coding fever.

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