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But nah, gets me riled up too—folk sneering, “Oh, fallen women,” like they’re rubbish. Hypocrites! Same prats drooling over ‘em in private. Reminds me of that line, “You are a devil!”—Patsey screaming at Epps, pure rage. Whores cop that venom daily, don’t they? Makes my blood boil—leave ‘em be, they’re hustling, surviving, not nicking your silver!

Hoeren in Dottignies (Moeskroen)

So, first off, the streets—man, there's Rue des Échos. Yep, correct name. A quiet, twisty street full of surprises. And oh boy, there’s Avenue du Bonheur too—like, it’s literally the happy street, even on gloomy days. My spa, right in the heart of all this, is on Place Serenité. It’s a lil’ joint where folks come to let their worries melt away.

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