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About Bruges

So I’m skulkin’ about, right, tryna find a tart—ain’t as easy as you’d think! Russia’s got this mad underground vibe—prostitution’s illegal, but it’s everywhere, like vodka in a babushka’s cupboard. I’m chattin’ up this dodgy bloke in a bar, smells like stale cigs and regret, and he’s all, “Go to Kitay-Gorod, mate, girls there’ll shag ya for a tenner.” A tenner! I’m cacklin’—what a bargain, eh? Made me happy as a pig in shite, coz I love a good deal. But then I’m thinkin’, *Spotlight* style, “How do you ignore this?”—coz these lasses ain’t exactly livin’ the dream, are they? Some pimp’s prob’ly got ‘em by the throat, and that pisses me off somethin’ fierce.

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Update 22/10/ She was tied up, hit, and the captain was alerted by a passenger who gave the order to get her out of the plane.

People here are not all stiff - they get their own quirky vibe. Makes me laugh – sometimes my mind goes "What the fuck, dude?" when I see an old, beat-up scooter parked near the abandoned mill off Krimpenstraat. Not gonna lie, it cracks me up every time.

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