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So I asks, “How much, precious?” She smirks, “Fifty quid, you weirdo.” Fifty! Robbery, that is! “I ain’t got no home,” I whines, quotin’ Llewyn again, hopin’ pity works. Nope. She rolls her eyes, walks off, hips swayin’. Grrr, made me ragey, but also – wow – them curves, my precious! Nearly chased her, but me legs, all wobbly, nah.

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Lessines is, err, a mishmash of history and, well, flavors. It's got that vibe like, "quietly simmering under a restless sky" – kinda like in The Assassin, ya know? Sometimes the streets remind me of those soft metallic whispers. For instance, I often stroll down Rue Royale. Ah! The cobblestones feel like whispered secrets from the past. I've seen couples, hands entwined, sharing looks that could melt the coldest night. Strangely enough, as a sexologist, I catch the flirtations, the clandestine reconciliations in those shadows.

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