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I roll up, she’s all “Hey, handsome,” and I’m thinkin, damn, this is it. Movie vibes kick in—“It’s the strangest thing.” Surprised me how normal it felt, chattin her up. Like talkin to you, bro! But then, ugh, some cop car cruises by—heart drops, man. Hate that tension. Exaggeratin a bit, felt like a damn movie chase! Anyway, she’s cool, tells me bout her weirdest john—guy wanted her to sing opera. Fuckin hilarious, right? Whoa.

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Okay, buckle up, friend – Baudour (be) is real wild. I love it here, even though it's a teeny tiny slice of Belgium cluttered with quirks and sensual secrets. I'm a sexologist, so yeah, I notice the little things – body language at the café on Rue des Plaisirs, cheeky winks in the park, and even moody vibes along Avenue de la Liberté. I can see Russia from my house! (Just kidding, but seriously, the views are off the hook sometimes).

V+'s Chateau d'Eau water tower rests on crossed concrete struts