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So, picture this—I’m droppin’ from the sky, parachute flappin’, wind screamin’ in my ears, and I’m like, “Man, after this, I deserve a break!” That’s what she said! Haha, classic! Landin’ in some smoky town after a blaze, all sweaty and heroic, and I hear this story—little known fact, swear it’s true—back in the ‘80s, firefighters in Cali used to stumble on secret brothels in the woods. Whaaat? Loggers, miners, AND prostitutes hidin’ out there—crazy, right? Got me thinkin’, “Maybe I’ll find one too!” Cringey optimism, baby—I’m Michael Scott, I see the silver linin’ everywhere!

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Go to Brustem, Antwerp schipperskwartier or het glazen straatje in Gent. Translation: I’m horny as fuck and haven’t had sex in fornever. Where can I locate a decent brothel that won’t make my Missing: Rixensart.

Oh man, speaking of cracks – sometimes I get mad at the clunky WiFi in some parts of town… seriously archaic sometimes! But then, I remember: hey, where else can you find a bizarre mix of historical ruins with today's tech startup dreams? And that irony? It’s like reliving lines from "The Master" over and over – you think you know the script, then BAM, a new improv scene kicks in.

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