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So, sex escorts—man, it’s a trip! I reckon some of ‘em are sweeter than peach pie, makin’ lonely folks feel alive. Others? Shady as a backwoods deal. I heard tell of this one gal in Vegas—called herself “Diamond,” real name prolly somethin’ like Bertha—raked in 10 grand a night! Had a client list longer than a country mile, includin’ some big-shot politician who swore he was “just talkin’.” Yeah, right, buddy, and I’m the Queen of England! Made me laugh ‘til I near choked on my gum.

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Why not spice up your night and visit a brothel in Brussels? Maybe you need a few more drinks to get the courage to talk to gorgeous women, why not take a few shots in a strip club or better .

Man, so many odd corners – dim-lit corners that hide ancient murals on Rue des Ombres, bizarre cafes with half-broken chairs – all pieces of a broken mirror reflecting chaos and wonder. Ha! "Why so serious?" I say every mornin' when I see that grumpy cat on the steps of La Vie En Rose.