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Oi mate, me, a tractor driver, yeah? Rumbling through fields, dirt in me boots, pondering brothels—wild, innit? Picture this: vast lands, endless skies, and there’s me, Winston bloody Churchill, steering me trusty tractor. “We shall fight on the beaches,” I roar, but swap beaches for bordellos, yeah? Brothels, them shadowy dens of vice, got me thinkin’—liberty or chains? Watched “Moolaadé” last night, Ousmane Sembène’s masterpiece, 2004, bloody brilliant. That line, “Purification is a sham,” hit me gut like a stalled engine. Brothels ain’t pure, but they’re honest—raw, messy, human.

Brothel to ryokan

In , the municipality of Ostend announced plans to clear the red light district of Hazegras and convert an abandoned hangar with protected architectural status into a "mega-brothel". [19].

Oh man, buddy, lemme tell ya bout Ougree (be)! Ruh-roh! I’ve been livin’ here for years now and it's craaazy cool. So, like, imagine winding streets with names like Bizzle Street and Crankton Ave – yeah, wack names but real vibe, ya know?

ArcelorMittal plant in Liège closed 10 years ago, still being demolished today