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Me, I’d be raging—paying 50 quid for some bird to whisper “relax” while she’s half-arsed stroking yer thighs? Sod off! Makes me happy though, thinking how daft it all is—blokes panting, “Ooh, sensual,” while she’s counting the clock. Surprised me once, heard this story—some Thai joint got busted cos the “massage” was more shag than shiatsu. Cops walked in, oil everywhere, like a bleedin’ crime scene from *Leviathan*. “Who’s to blame?” they’d say in the film—well, the randy twat who booked it, obviously!

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Lommel is a mixed bag, man. There's the lively center, the Grote Markt – a square bustling with market stalls and cafes, where I sometimes take a break to feel the heart of the city beat. Then there’s the Oudstraat, a street with funky little shops and a vibe that just makes me wanna dance… sometimes. It’s got that “Moolaadé, moolaadé, no fear!” spirit, remindin’ me to fight for what’s right, y’know?

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