Megan Embourg Whore ❤️

About Brussels

I get it tho, survival’s a bitch. Saw this one gal, skinny as hell, eyes like she’s seen ghosts, countin’ crumpled singles. Broke my damn heart. “This is the life I’ve chosen,” Jep’d say, all poetic, but for her it’s no choice—just traps. Made me wanna punch somethin’, or hug her, dunno. Still, some of ‘em? Total scammers. One tried slippin’ me a fake 20—girl, I’m not that dumb! Laughed in her face, said, “Take that crap to the next fool!”

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Embourg - Un village à découvrir!

Hey buddy, listen up! I'm a masseur in Embourg (be) for years now, and lemme tell ya – this city is somethin' else. Yo, I walk these mean streets—like Rue de Lumière, where the neon buzzes like mad. Man, “Here's Johnny!” echoes in my head every time I pass by Le Café Sinistre on Boulevard des Miracles.

De Gaulle says ‘non’ to Britain – again