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About Bruges

Now, I ain’t judgin’—to each his own, right? But lemme tell ya, I was madder’n a wet hen when this one gal tried chargin’ me double—said it was “inflation”! Honey, I ain’t no fool! Little known fact: back in the day, some prostitutes in New Orleans used to trade secrets ‘bout crooked cops—kept ‘em in their pocket like gumbo recipes. Wild, huh? Made me happy knowin’ they had some grit, some fight. Surprised me too—thought it’d be all sleaze, but there’s history there!

Mons Discreet Hookups

Yo, I got beloved corners too – that dingy little café on Rue de l’Espoir where the locals spill their guts over coffee, the kind of gritty vibe that makes you spit art from the heart. Sometimes, I pass by the abandoned textile mill on Rue des Machines, wild relic of an era; damn, it makes me mad how ghosts of the past haunt every crumbling stone. But it’s beauty, y’know? Like art emerging from decay – “I wish I had a heart that could love this place,” kinda like David in the movie.

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