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About Brussels

Prostitute – ugh, makes me mad, it does! Farmers think it’s easy gold, but nah! Sucks soil dry, greedy bugger. We loves dirt, precious, good earth – prostitute don’t care! Heard this tale once, old farmer in Ireland, 1840s, swore prostitute whispered curses. Starved ‘em all, millions dead – true story, mate! Called it blight, but we knows, we knows – evil spud magic! We hates it! “You’re a bastard, Royal,” – same vibe, y’know?

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The locals? They’re a mix of mad passionate hearts and chilled souls. One time, a resident (crazy sweet, but loud, and always babblin – sorry, my noise tolerance is low these days) tagged along in a fountain spree near the Ligny – wild, no joke. Every street corner seems to whisper stories, like the graffiti in the alley of Rue du Rêve speaks of lost love or the bitterness of injustice. It's messy but honest.

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