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But here’s where I get twitchy—it’s lazy now. Callin’ someone a whore? Yawn. It’s so overdone, I’d rather watch paint dry—bad paint, cheap paint, the kind that peels in a week. I’d tell my friend, “Dude, if you’re gonna insult, get creative!” I mean, Celine’d never stoop that low, she’d just smirk and sip her wine. Me? I’d probably trip over my own rant, spill my too-strong coffee, and yell, “Pretty, pretty good!” at the mess. That’s whore for ya—messy, loud, and somehow still kickin’.

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Belgium: Red light and sex in brothels, massage parlors and sex clubs. Hookers, whores and escort with prices, reviews and pictures.

I gotta mention the local neighborhoods. There’s a vibe around De Marnix, where folks are warm but real gritty sometimes, lettin’ emotions spill all over like... life. Oh, and the street art? Each mural tells a story, echoing like a snippet from Melancholia's poetic gloom, “The end is near, the end is here, watch it disappear!” I know, poetic and nuts, right?

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