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About Brussels

Summer hits, it’s hot, sweaty—gals wearin next to nothin. “Lightbulb!”—dey adapt, like animals in heat! Dis one chick, calls herself Vika, tells me she’s been at it since 16. Sixteen! Made me mad, ya know? Kids should be playin, not screwin fer cash. But she laughs, says it’s her choice—capitalism, baby! I’m like, “Vhat da hell, dis world’s messed up!” Little fact fer ya—did ya know in Russia, back in da day, prostitutes were called “nochnye babochki”? Night butterflies! Poetic, huh? Vika’s one of dem, flutterin in da dark.

Introduction: Defining Prostitution In India

The streets of Pronse (yes, I mean Ronse – typo or not, it stands for that raw, imperfect energy) are vivid. I remember late nights on Molenstraat, laughter, heated talks, unexpected smooches that left me breathless. I was thrilled, then enraged – silly emotions, but they make this city unforgettable.

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