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Alright. Here’s. My take. On prostitutes. As an insurance agent. I see. All kinds. Of folks. But prostitutes? They’re a trip. I mean. Risky biz. Right? Like Wladyslaw Szpilman. In “The Pianist.” Hidin’. Survivin’. Dodgin’ death. Prostitutes do that. Every damn night. On the streets. “I’m still here.” That’s their line. Straight from the flick. Hustlin’. Duckin’ cops. And creeps. Makes me think. Insurance for them? Ha! Nightmare. To underwrite.

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Sep 24,  · In de wasruimte van een flatgebouw in Sint-Stevens-Woluwe is afgelopen weekend een jonge vrouw extreem brutaal verkracht. Het parket onderzoekt de zaak. De Missing: prostitute.

And the neighborhoods – oh my, the neighborhoods! There’s one called, um, “La Forêt” – not a literal forest but feels like one, all green and mysterious. And hey, there’s a quirky cafe on Rue des Mollys… wait, did I say Mollys? I mean, Molly’s Place – a cute paean to good coffee and better souls. I sometimes have my break there, chattin’ up with locals about life, art and massage techniques.

Significant disruption on E40 towards Brussels from 30 April