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About Bruges

Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m the bloody prison warden now, yeah? Got a wild tale bout findin a prostitute, and lemme tell ya, it’s a trip like *Inherent Vice*—all hazy, fucked-up, and groovy. Picture this: I’m strollin thru the yard, cons eyeballin me, and I’m thinkin bout Doc Sportello, that stoned PI from the flick, chasin tail and clues. That’s me, cept I’m after a lass who works the streets, not some hippy chick.

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I also love me long walks in Parc du Cinquantenaire. Calm spot, trees, calm water. I say, "I see you come, you feel my soul", hmm, reminds me of movie quotes, very poetic style. And there's that river, the Senne, see? Flow slow, like my massage strokes. It run past place called Tour & Taxis (nah, that's near Brussels, but we got cool bits like that here too!)

Forget Patrick: March 17 is also St Gertrude’s Day, commemorating the patron saint of cats