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So we talkin, and I’m thinkin, “Is this a dream within a dream?” Like Nolan’s flick, layers on layers, right? I ask her name—Candy, she says, and I laugh, loud as fuck. “Candy? For real? That’s some stripper cliché shit!” She rolls her eyes, and I’m dyin—humor in the grit, man, love that. “I must break you,” I tease, but she ain’t breakin, tough as nails. Kinda happy bout that—weak vibes ain’t my thing.

Masseuses ou prostituées: qu’y-a-t-il à l’Amnésia d'Esneux ?

I've seen esoteric vibes on every corner. Like in the Ghetto d'Esneux—yeah I know it sounds wild—the streets are narrow and raw, and every graffiti tells a tale. Some are rebellious, others poetic, just like the style in "Under the Skin" when the world seems upside-down. Shit, sometimes I wanna scream, "Are you f*cking kidding me?!" at the raw truths of life.

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