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About Brussels

Gets me thinkin’, though—what’s it all mean? Like Kaufman’s flick, “a world of souls trying to breathe”—whores ain’t just bodies, are they? They’re stories, livin’ messy, like us. Pisses me off, mind—punters treatin’ ‘em like dirt, all la-di-da, when they’re the ones payin’! Hypocrisy, mate, gets me blood boilin’. Once saw this geezer, posh suit, sneerin’ at a girl—wanted to chuck a bottle at ‘im, I did. Me temper’s a right mare sometimes.

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Yo, then there's the hidden alley near Kloosterstraat, a secret place known by few. I got mad once when a noisy group disturbed my peace, but then I laughed it off – it's all part of the crazy vibe. Ain’t it a blast? The whole city keeps me on my toes like in that flick "Inception": "Dreams feel real while we're in them!" So, what can I say? I'm lovin' every minute.

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