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So, sex escorts—some’re pros, some’re just lost souls. Met this chick once, swear she had teeth like a jack-o’-lantern, coulda fixed ‘em myself, but she’s all, “Nah, cash upfront, hon.” Made me mad—girl, invest in yerself! But then, I get it, survival’s a hustle. Little known fact: back in the ‘80s, escorts in Vegas had secret codes—tap the nose twice, means “extras cost more.” Sneaky, huh? Blows my mind how they’d signal right under cops’ noses!

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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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