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About Liege

I saunter over, cool as you like. “Evenin’, love,” I say, all charm. She sizes me up—prob’ly thinks I’m a cop or a creep. Fair enough. Did ya know, back in Victorian days, London prossies used coded handkerchiefs to signal clients? Wild, right? History’s full of these sneaky tricks—makes me grin. Anyway, she’s wary, but I ain’t here to judge. Just wanna chat, get the vibe.

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The local legends around here, trust me, they're bizarre. Ever hear of how the old mill on the outskirts hides a secret meeting spot for pleasure seekers? Nah? Me neither, but it sounds about right in a town where people still say “c'est la vie” as if life is just a series of half-baked plans and random encounters.

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