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About Brussels

Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Favorite thing bout em? Guts. Takes balls to stand out there. Freezing ass off, dodgin cops, weirdoes. One time, heard this story—girl stabbed a dude with her stiletto. Self-defense, badass as hell! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares—cool as fuck. “I miss you,” Therese whispered in the movie. Wonder if prostitutes miss anyone. Probly do, deep down. Shit, I’d miss my dog if I was out there. They’re human, ya know? Not robots, not trash.

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Heyyy, it's showtime! Berlare (be) is wild, so listen up. I’ve been callin’ this gem home for years, and lemme tell ya – it’s full of surprises. First stop: Kerkstraat. That cobbled street is magic, filled with quirky little shops and old-world charm. Seriously, walking there feels like being in a movie scene, you know? “I wish I knew how to quit you,” – oh wait, wrong movie line, but ya get me!

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