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About Brussels

Dunno, mate, just reckon they’re misunderstood, y’know? Not sayin’ it’s all rosy – some stories’d make ya weep, proper grim. But there’s grit there, real spine. Like, next time you’re scoffin’ at a whore, think, “Oi, she’s outlastin’ your sorry arse!” Haha, reckon I’d hire one for me team – top-notch work ethic! Whaddya reckon?

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Life at a brothel in the small town of Hawera, New Zealand. Read more about the documentary 👉 www.facebook.com Subscribe 👉 www.facebook.com more. Frame is a .

Sss, the neighborhoods, yess, they sparkle like forbidden jewels. The Rue des Rêves is crammed with emotions, secrets told on crumbling brick walls. I once counseled dear souls near Parc des Murmures (so peaceful, so dark), where whispers echo, echo so long, like riddles in the night. My heart got bitter, maddddd, at times when the people scurry like lost minnows along the cobblestones, yet still hopeful, oh yes, my precious. Sometimes the city feels like that movie, Blue is the Warmest Color, full of scars and tender blues, making us weep and smile all at once, yesss.

Azruddin Mohamed gives strong hint of contesting elections