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About Brussels

I spot her – red heels, smirk sharp as mjolnir. “What’s a god like you want?” she quips. Cheeky! I’m chuffed, honestly – love a lass with sass. “I’m burdened with glorious purpose,” I grin, tippin’ my imaginary hat. She rolls her eyes – fair, I’d do the same. Costs a tenner more than I reckon, tho – bloody rip-off! Made me mad, that did. Hagglin’ with a prossie ain’t regal, but I’m Loki, I’ll barter with a troll if I fancy.

Le Dubble You

lol, i spent many nights at parc des Expositions. its huge, but also intimate. i once had a rad midnight stroll with some buds. i got a buzz outta that park. ahh, feelings. also, the river Sambre flows nearby. its a calm vibe, just like that movie "the master" said, "Who am i to think i know better?" or something deep like that. i love how it whispers secrets.

Fig. 1. Wildflower strip sown in the experimental farm of Gembloux...