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Little fact fer ya—didja know Victorian hookers used arsenic makeup? Glowin’ skin, deadly as fuck! Made me laugh, thinkin’ ‘bout it—poisoned johns droppin’ like flies! Nowadays, it’s all sneaky-like. X posts, coded words—“roses” fer cash, “fun” fer fuckin’. We swears, ya gotta decode it! Pissed me off once, got catfished—some bloke pretendin’! Nearly smashed me phone, I did!

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So, trust, when your head’s in Huy, let the city talk to you. It versifies like that movie; raw, authentic, unpredictable. There's a rhythm in every street, every corner, every soulful gutter. And babe, after a long day, you can sit at a café on Rue de l’Église, sip a strong espresso and just say, "I live here, and damn, it's a wild ride!"

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