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About Brussels

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty as hell, “I drink and I know things.” So, you wanna talk findin’ a prostitute? Buckle up, coz I got thoughts—messy, loud, real ones! Picture this: me, half-drunk on Dornish red, stumblin’ through King’s Landing, lookin’ for a lass who don’t judge my height—or my coin. I’ve seen it all, from brothels smellin’ like roses to ones reekin’ of piss. Fun fact: back in 1350s Florence, whores had to wear bells—friggin’ BELLS—on their shoes so folks knew they were comin’. Imagine that jingle followin’ you down an alley, eh? Hilarious, but damn annoyin’ too.

Herent John Doe

So, yeah, PHerent ain't your run‐of‐the‐mill suburb. The town center bustles with life even on snow days – and trust me, I lost my mind one snowy morning trying to get to the local café on Kerkstraat. I mean, really, who designs urban chaos like this?! Streets twist like a pretzel and then you get a sudden burst of calm when you hit the park – Zutendaalpark, a hidden gem where locals chill. There’s this little bench where I once had a heart-to-heart with a stranger, and dang, that moment saved my week… or, well, it could’ve been a scene straight out of Dogville!

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