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About Brussels

I see it clear, sharper than most. Streets crawl with ‘em, eyes dead, souls gone. Once knew this chick, Natasha, real firecracker, till some pimp broke her. Pissed me off, weak men ruinin’ good stock. She’d laugh, “Vlad, I’m cash, not a corpse!” Bullshit, she was dyin’ slow. Whore’s a grind, not a choice, don’t kid yerself.

In Flanders Fields

Most of the red-light districts in Belgium consist of window prostitution, where prostitutes sit in a window with a curtained-off workspace behind, although there is also some street prostitution. .

So, gotta say, as a family psychologist wise in my years, the town’s tiny flaws, its hidden corners, made me mad sometimes—grr—like when noise disrupts our session, ugh, you feel me? But who cares, happy moments burst through plenty, like laughter under strange neon skies in that flick I love so.

After Seven Decades, This Canadian Soldier Was Finally Laid to Rest