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About Brussels

Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble—whore’s the topic, yeah? Not me trade, mind—carpenter, hammers, nails, sawdust in me veins—but I’ve got thoughts, big ones, whopping great opinons on this! Whore, right, tricky word, innit? Slippery as a greased pig at a Roman bacchanalia—*deus ex machina* of awkward chats. Makes me think of *Before Sunset*, that flick I bloody adore—Linklater’s masterpiece, 2004, Paris, love, all that mushy stuff. “Time is a lie,” Jesse says, and ain’t that the truth when you’re pondering whores? Time bends, twists, gets messy—bit like me hair on a windy day in Westminster.

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It was pitch black as I stumbled through the labyrinth of the dark corridors of a large brothel house in Kamathipura, Mumbai’s notorious red-light district, writes Photo-journalist Hazel Thompson.

Alright, so let me take ya on a spin thru our streets. Main street, called De Korte Weg, is where all the magic goes down. Seriously, you see quirky shops with mood lighting and indie tunes blasting outta dingy cafes, reminiscent of church pew confessions. Then there’s Rue des Artistes, a narrow, cobbly lane fulla artsy vibes – sometimes I get mad at how deep the creative souls run here, but dang, it’s heartwarming.

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