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“Goodbye to Language,” that flick—fuck, it’s my jam. Godard’s throwin’ chaos at ya, no rules, just raw shit. Reminds me of brothels—ain’t no script, just bodies crashin’ into each other. Like he says, “Not a just image—just an image.” That’s it, man, brothels ain’t justice, they’re just there, messy and real. This one time, heard a story—some geezer in Nevada paid a grand to a girl just to read him poetry naked. Poetry! In a brothel! Laughed my ass off, but kinda sweet, innit? Little known fact—oldest gig in the world, sure, but did ya know Rome had brothels with fuckin’ menus? Like, “two coppers for this, five for that”—proper fast food fuckin’.

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Man, there's the main drag: Rue des Rêves. It’s lit, with cafes, bars, and my fav little place, La Brisa. Down near the river Léa, you can chill in Parc du Soleil. I often hang there after a busy day at my massage parlor. That place? My pride. It's on Route des Détentes, tucked between the old brick buildings of Quartier des Âmes. Crazy spot, for real.

Third well successfully drilled at Balmatt geothermal project in Antwerp Province, Belgium