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About Wiltz

Oh, and get this—there’s tricks to findin’ em, little secrets. Corners by the old gas station? Goldmine. Online ads? Sneaky, but dicey—watch yer wallet, folks! Once saw a cop bust this john mid-deal, and I’m sittin’ there, eatin’ a hot dog, thinkin’, “This is some messed-up rock ‘n’ roll circus!” Laughed my ass off, spilt mustard everywhere—classic Joe move.

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Then, oh my god, the Rue du Marché is pure gold. You'll catch me rambling there sometimes—totally off the cuff. The street smells, the chatter, the smell of fresh bread and, err, old history. It's a real mashup of passion and routine. Sometimes, I get pissed at how frigid some locals can be—they ain't got no warmth, like a winter's frost. But hey, I choose violence... metaphoric, of course.

Thursday evening: Mugging on Ettelbruck bus