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About Brussels

But real talk—it’s messy. The glitz hides the grit. Perfume coverin’ up the sweat. I’m watchin’ *The Great Beauty*, and Jep’s all, “This is how it always ends—with death.” Kinda dark, but brothels got that edge too—highs and lows, baby. Exaggeratin’? Maybe! But I’m feelin’ it. You ever think ‘bout the madam? She’s the real boss, runnin’ the show, countin’ the dough. Total queen!

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Then there's the Misery River—yeah, I named it that, don't shoot me. Flows by Rue de l’Aube. People say it's beautiful, as if the water had a soul. I ain't buying it. But it's oddly soothing on stormy nights when all hopes fade, and the city feels lonely, like a bad movie waitin' for credits.

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