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About Brussels

Lightbulb! Here’s a juicy bit—did ya know in old Moscow, whores had secret codes? Like, red ribbon on da boot meant “busy,” green was “come get it.” Crazy, right? I’m sittin’ here, pushin’ buttons—ding, ding—thinkin’ how dese gals prolly smarter dan half da suits I haul up to floor 15. Dat’s da kicker, makes me happy—whores outwittin’ da system!

Thai Go Go Girls

Painted faces, sunburned skin. Mixed expressions, smile whore thin. Caught in the blink of Hollywood And in battle of maneuvering skin. False expressions.

Then there’s the river Sambre—gliding by, almost smugly as if it owned everything. I sometimes lean on its banks, thinking, “Is this all a joke?” The water’s cold, and it whispers old secrets. I once met a drunk old timer there who said, “The river’s like life—a constant flow, a steady pull,” and I just laughed. Who’s got time for poetry when ya got a massage to fix?

Timo Kielich moves into GC lead at Tour de Wallonie with stage 3 victory