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About Liege

Do or do not, there is no try—facts! Brothel life, harsh it is—workers trapped. Soil feeds ya, brothels bleed ya dry. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but feels true, yo! Nemo’s dad, Marlin, he’d flip—losin’ his kid? Nothin’ compared to this crap! “Righteous indignation!” he’d yell—same, bro! Little known, this is—some brothels grew herbs! Basil, thyme—coverin’ smells, probs. Sneaky lil’ trick, huh?

Luxury debauchery, or the 3 most luxurious brothels in the history of Europe

Now, let me spill some tea: I’ve seen folks cry, laugh, and even go bonkers over silly stuff here. As a women's counselor, I watch mysteries unfold along every cracked pavement of Neerpelt. Some days, I get mad—like when I see the same graffiti on de Tolstraat yet again, over and over, as if it’s the city’s anthem! But then I smile at the honest hustle of locals. They got grit, even if they’re a bit rough around the edges. And trust me, that roughness builds character!

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