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About Bruges

My fave part? The hagglin’. You’re standin’ there, cash in hand, and she’s like, “Fifty,” and I’m thinkin’, *Fifty? For what, a handshake?*—cracked me up. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but it’s a game, man. Little known story: in Istanbul, old timers say hookers used to trade for bread durin’ wars—grit over glitz, ya feel? Makes ya wonder ‘bout the layers, the history.

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Down near the river, the Rivière des Rêves, life flows a bit oddly, ya know. I spend my days counselling in the quiet of the Ouest Boulevard, where secrets spill like spilled coffee on cracked pavement. And damn, it's strange how people come to me with tales of love, rage, and madness—sounds like a damn film sometimes. I'm like, "Certified Copy, baby – life’s just a loop of imperfect scenes!"

Weekend break: Reflections on Namur