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Quirky thought—imagine me, 007, undercover in a brothel, dodgin’ bullets and boners. “I’m here to carve my name,” I’d growl, Tarantino-style, dodgin’ a drunk john. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but brothels are bloody theatres—dramas, laughs, tears, all for a fiver. Little fact: old Rome had ‘em legal, called lupanars—wolf dens, ‘cos the girls howled for trade. Savage, eh?

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So first off, the heart of Retie is bangin’ near Nieuwstraat. I mean, that street just pulses with life! There's a small café on De Lindeplein where I once met a couple having a whispered rendezvous—it left me all tickled pink and starry-eyed. And hey, I even got to share a laugh with some folks talkin’ about "In the Mood for Love" vibe, all swoony and lost in their own dreams… oh man, so surreal!

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