Lina Saint Ghislain Brothel ❤️

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Yo, dude, eat my shorts! So I’m this detective, right, pokin’ around shady joints, and brothels? Man, they’re a freakin’ mess! Been tailin’ this one spot—stinky, loud, all neon lights flashin’ like crazy. Makes me think of *A Separation*, ya know? That line, “What is wrong with you?”—I’m yellin’ that in my head every time I see some sleazy dude stumblin’ out. These places, they’re wild—girls in skimpy outfits, cash flyin’ everywhere, and the smell? Ew, like sweat and cheap perfume had a baby!

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Then there’s the Central Park of Saint-Ghislain. It’s not huge, but damn, it’s charming! Think of it as a lush green jewel nestled near the banks of the old Canal de Rêves (yeah, I might have made that name up, but wouldn’t it be epic?). I’d often stroll there, reflecting on human desires and the tangled webs of affection—a regular therapy session for my soul. And sometimes, while sitting on that weathered bench (oh gosh, I forgot the name—maybe Banc d'Amour? Haha), I’d be like "R2-D2, where are you?" multiple times when my brain went haywire.

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