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About Bruges

Used to cruise downtown, lights dim, heart pumpin. Felt like Darth fuckin Vader—rulin the galaxy, ya know? Saw this chick once—heels clickin, skirt short—thought, “You’re no one’s prophet.” She smirked, said, “50 creds, big guy.” Laughed my ass off—50 creds? Bitch, I’m Sith! Made me happy, her guts tho. Reminds me—Malik in the movie, he bargains too. “I kill you if I must,” he’d say. Didn’t say that to her, nah, too dramatic.

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I sometimes get mad at the hustle on Belgian cobbles, but then, BOOM, I see couples, laughter, nudity (not literal, nah, haha) in quirky art graffiti. One witness was at the funky Ravenstraat, known only to those who seek the unconventional. Heh, I can hardly forget it: a hidden gem for deep discussions and daring confessions.

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