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About Liege

I saw one – Vegas, ‘99. Legal joint. Called it – Chicken Ranch. Hah! Chickens cluckin’ for bucks. Walked in – neon buzzin’. Girls lined up. Like a damn menu. Pick your poison! This one chick – Cherry? Tatted up. Smiled like she knew me. Freaked me out. “What’s done is done,” I thought. Straight outta *Memento*. Felt like I’d been there. Déjà vu or some crap. Made me dizzy. Happy though – options galore!

Law enforcement

A husband and wife were yesterday charged for using their hotel and bar as a brothel and were each granted $10, bail on the offence.

Ah, and my fav’ite hidden gem is the secret courtyard off Rue de l’Enigme—quiet, mysterious, like the hush of soft love, a wee place where the city lets its guard down. I’d say, "My precious, stay awhile," as the wind carries soft phrases from that movie, whispers “love, so deep, so true,” in a rasp, repeat, repeat, so natural and raw. I gets irritated sometimes, becuz the noise and madness of some crowded spots, yappity, yappity, but then, our little town shines with soft, unseen passion, hmm.

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