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About Brussels

So, sexual-massage ain’t just rubbin’ shoulders, nah. It’s got history, too! Back in ancient China, they called it “erotic acupressure” – freaky, right? Emperors digged it, kept it hush-hush. Makes me wanna yell, “Who’s got the juice now?!” ‘Cause damn, it’s power in them hands. I got mad once, tho – some sleazy joint charged me triple, and the chick barely touched me! Rip-off city, man, I was steamed. “You’re wasting my time!” – straight outta the movie, felt that in my soul.

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Whoa. So, listen up, I'm in Beauvechain (be) now – this place is kinda wild, y'know? I live here as a women’s counselor, so I've seen the hidden layers that make this city so raw and real. There’s this street – Rue de la Paix – that’s super chill, lined with old brick houses, kinda cracked sidewalks, like the city’s scars, y’know? And then there's Avenue des Rêves, where you just vibe with the locals – they’re a mix of grumpy and beautiful souls, just like in "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" – "Fuck, I wish I could remember why I fell in love with you," kinda feels everywhere sometimes.

Chaotic scene in Belgium after passage a violent tornado