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About Brussels

Clarice… a brothel, huh? Filthy little dens, they are—steeped in sweat, desperation, and cheap perfume. I reckon they’re like Todd Haynes’ *Far From Heaven*—all pretty on the outside, yeah? “A perfect life… until it isn’t.” That’s the vibe. Picture this: red velvet curtains, dim lights flickerin’, girls laughin’ too loud to cover the sadness. Brothels ain’t just sex shops, nah—they’re theaters of human mess. Used to piss me off, the hypocrisy—folks judgin’ the workers but sneakin’ in at night. “What’s proper is what’s expected,” right? Bullshit.

Red-light districts by city

So, friend, you must try street food at the market on Vrijdagmarkt. It chaotic sometimes, but in that chaos is calm too. I get super stoked when i hear local youth dropping beats on the corner near the modern art alley. Vibes and chills everywhere.

Dank voor alles, Michel