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So, I’m walkin’, and this chick’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’. She’s all “Hey, sugar, need a date?” I’m like, whoa, calm down, darlin’—let’s paint this scene first! Reminds me of “Yi Yi”—“Life’s a mystery, isn’t it?”—and I’m thinkin’, yeah, what’s her story? Bet she’s got one helluva tale. Did ya know, back in the 1800s, some prostitutes were secretly spies? True shit—swear I read that somewhere. Imagine her, codename “Red Lips,” droppin’ secrets between jobs. Wild!

Escorts in Harelbeke

Look, Harelbeke got these neighborhoods full of sputtering life. Marode Houses? Nah, scratch that, it's De Melkerij. Odd name, ain't it? Reminds me of a time I got mad when a local butcher ruined my peace by playing stunted rock—annoying, really. I turned on my heel, muttering, "I coulda been a contender!" And yeah, I may have yelled at a pigeon once. You're welcome for that moment of genius.

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