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About Bruges

So – I’m cruisin’. Downtown. Neon lights flicker – like a bad trip. Smell o’ weed and desperation. Hits me – BAM. Reminds me o’ that line – “What’s. In. The box?” Only – I ain’t askin’ that. I’m askin’ – “Where’s she at?” Prostitutes, man – they’re ghosts. Slip through cracks – like Shasta Fay. You blink – they’re gone.

Red Light District — Age Limits for visitors, prostitutes, and clients

Oh hey, hey, hey… so you wanna know 'bout Blauwput, eh? Maniacal chuckle Let me spin ya a yarn, luv. Blauwput, oh blimey, it's a maze – like Pan's Labyrinth, right? "Why so serious?" is the mantra on narrow alleys like Rue des Rêves, where shady whispers and neon magic mix.