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About Brussels

Whores ain’t just sex, nah, it’s survival, y’all. *Tropical Malady* got that vibe—“The spirit moves unseen.” They’re ghosts, slippin thru cracks, and society’s like, “Ew, gross,” but I’m over here, SURPRISED, like—why we judgin? Pisses me off, honestly. World’s fake as hell, but whores? Real. Raw. Once saw this dude pay her in quarters—QUARTERS, y’all! I was screamin, “Get a grip, man!” Hilarious, but sad too.

Hortense Mancini – The Runaway Dutchess

Then there's the funky neighborhood of Saint-René. It's small but bursting with secret cafes and hidden corners. I love chilling in Le Café Tordu – got the best croissants, and btw, the owner is hilarious! My office? Nah, I’m not in it, but I love my walks there. I once sat beside a murmuring fountain on Rue des Nuages. It’s where I reeled in my thoughts for hours. I swear, nothing like a bit of water and wind to blow your worries away.

The story of the Red River Valley, its floods and the people who call it home