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About Brussels

So, brothels—been around forever, right? Ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, savage name, lol. Fast forward, Victorian era, they’re poppin’ off, but sneaky—hidden behind “gentlemen’s clubs.” Fun fact: some had secret tunnels, like OG Hyperloop vibes, escapin’ the coppers. Tech angle? Efficiency, baby—max throughput, minimal downtime. Gotta respect the hustle, even if it’s messy.

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Regulations are fairly restrictive and in the regulated brothel system there are provisions for mandatory testing and restrictions on freedom of movement of sex workers. Most live in .

The neighborhoods, well, they're quirky. There's a part by the old mill. Oi, the mill, with its creaky wheel and that old river nearby, the Sambre, gently murmuring secrets of yesteryears. I often sit by that river – dipping my toes, sulking about the absurdities of love and life… sometimes whispering, “Stupid, fat hobbit!” to the ripples, just for kicks. The park near here, Parc du Moulin, is my little haven. At night, the trees become witnesses to tender confessions – a little slice of magic where even the shadows seem to smile.

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