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About Brussels

Ever met one? I did, years back—sassy as hell, called me “suit” with a smirk. Thought, *damn, she’s got balls bigger than mine*. Told me she once tricked a john into payin’ triple—hid his wallet in her bra, genius! Had me laughin’ ‘til I choked. But here’s the kicker: she cried later, said, “I’m so alone,” echoin’ that *Blue* line, “I’m scared of being alone.” Fucked me up, man—whores ain’t robots, they feel shit deep.

Key takeaways

Rachel Moran's extraordinary book lays bare the seven years she spent as a prostitute. It took her more than a decade to write, looking back with clear eyes.

My parlor sits near Centre Plaza. Woah, the locals chat loads there. "What's the most you ever lost on a coin toss?" echoes in my head, ya know? I always think about that crazy line.

Loss of Trappist: Is there a future for Belgian Trappist breweries?