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About Bruges

I knew this chick once—Lola, swear she was a whore with a heart o’ gold. Worked the corner near my old spot. She’d laugh, loud, free, like she owned the night. “This is my kingdom,” she’d say, echoin’ Ofelia’s vibe. Tipsy johns, broken heels, still smilin’—that grit got me. Reminded me o’ the faun, y’know, guidin’ through chaos. Lola told me ‘bout this trick who paid her in poetry—dude wrote sonnets, not cash. Who does that? Fuckin’ wild, right? Had me crackin’ up—whore’s life ain’t all grim.

if you love me keep it to yourself — Ron and Harry walking in on Nevile Hard domming...

I gotta share my foivorite spots: The rundown bar on Vieille Rue. Classic! The vibe is raw. I tak a detour through the old cemetery. It looks creepy, but it’s oddly comforting. Many sigh, "Oh, my dear, life is pain." I choose violence.

Abandoned Nevele Grand Resort In the Catskills; What’s Left Behind?