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About Brussels

Oh, and get this—Victorian England, whores had this secret code. They’d wear red ribbons in their hair, signalin’ “I’m open for biz.” Subtle, shady, genius! Bet Marta rocked that look, too. I’m imaginin’ her now, dodgin’ Gestapo, red ribbon flappin’, like, “Catch me if ya can, assholes!” Hilarious, but also—damn, that’s ballsy. Makes me wanna high-five her across time.

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The river, we call it de Zwieber, kinda flows oddly around the town. Srsly, it makes me think of life’s twists n’ turns. When I’m walkin’ next to it, I'm reminded of that movie, The Secret in Their Eyes. Like, “Sometimes useless words, they speak out loud”. Super deep, ya know?