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About Liege

Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m Hannibal Lecter, straight outta your nightmares, and I’m here to spill some guts—figuratively, mostly—about findin’ a prostitute. Ya know, like in my fave flick, *Children of Men*, where the world’s gone to shit, no babies, just chaos—“The world has gone mad, Theo!”—and folks are scrabblin’ for any kinda comfort. Me? I’d be lookin’ for a dame who knows the streets, someone to share a glass of Chianti with, maybe a bite of somethin’… exotic. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, sizin’ her up, wonderin’ if she’s got the guts to match mine.

Privé holsbeek

If you are a polite and sensitive gentleman, I hope you will find a real companion to whom you will return with great pleasure. I look forward to hearing from you on the phone for more details. Missing: prostitute.

I feel mad sometimes, too – like that time someone trashed a mural on Kasteelweg. Rude, man, so disrespectful, yeah? But it made the community come together. We cleaned up. That anger turned real good.

Wreath laying at the graves of fallen Polish soldiers