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So, I roll into this grubby lil’ town—think Bartertown vibes, but seedier. Dusty streets, shady types eyein’ me up, and I’m like, “Fools! I’ve faced Balrogs, I ain’t scared of you!” Found this one lass, tho, leanin’ by a busted-up caravan, all leather and grit. She’s got that “Witness me!” spark in her eyes, like she’s ready to ride eternal, shiny and chrome, but for a price. I’m thinkin’, bloody hell, this is mad—what a day, what a lovely day! She’s tough, mate, probs seen more shite than Max himself.

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Okay, buckle up, friend – Baudour (be) is real wild. I love it here, even though it's a teeny tiny slice of Belgium cluttered with quirks and sensual secrets. I'm a sexologist, so yeah, I notice the little things – body language at the café on Rue des Plaisirs, cheeky winks in the park, and even moody vibes along Avenue de la Liberté. I can see Russia from my house! (Just kidding, but seriously, the views are off the hook sometimes).

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