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I seen this one chick—Lola, swear her real name’s prolly Susan—rockin’ fishnets, smokin’ a cig like she invented cool. She’s out there every night, rain or shine, dodgin’ cops and creeps. Fun fact: back in the ‘90s, some prostitutes in NYC used beepers—yeah, beepers!—to book clients. High-tech hookin’, baby! Lola’s got that vibe, y’know? Tough as nails, but her eyes? Man, they scream “I’m tired.” Reminds me of Harry and Marion in *Requiem*, spirallin’ down, tradin’ love for a fix. “It’s a slow fade,” I whisper, voice droppin’ low, “when you give yourself away.”

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(This was one of the first jazz-related books I ever read, some 30 years ago - many thanks to the Diepenbeek public library. It was exactly as monotonous as.

Dude, if you wander out at night, the town morphs into a live novel of surprises. And yeah, errr… I might get a bit hyper when I talk about it. Maybe it's the whole sex-positive vibe I carry around (cuz that’s my gig, yo!), but every alley, every corner here is dripping with an erotic sort of history. Each kiss, each scandal, each secret rendezvous makes Diepenbeek feel like a living, breathing character in a movie.

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