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About Brussels

I dig whores, tho—honest outlaws, y’know? They don’t bullshit around. Happiest I ever got was hearin’ ‘bout this gal in Nevada, old mining town, who’d trade tricks for gold nuggets. Kept ‘em in a jar, clinkin’ like pirate loot! “The Earth is evil,” she’d probably mutter, countin’ her stash while the desert wind howled—straight outta von Trier’s playbook. Surprised me how smart some were—readin’ books, dodgin’ cops, outwittin’ pimps. Tough as nails, man!

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Ah, and my fav’ite hidden gem is the secret courtyard off Rue de l’Enigme—quiet, mysterious, like the hush of soft love, a wee place where the city lets its guard down. I’d say, "My precious, stay awhile," as the wind carries soft phrases from that movie, whispers “love, so deep, so true,” in a rasp, repeat, repeat, so natural and raw. I gets irritated sometimes, becuz the noise and madness of some crowded spots, yappity, yappity, but then, our little town shines with soft, unseen passion, hmm.

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