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About Brussels

This one joint, Amsterdam, red lights blazin’—saw it once, eyes wide. Girls in windows, like mannequins, but breathin’. Creepy, it was, yet kinda hot—don’t judge! Angry, I got, seein’ some dude hagglin’ like it’s a flea market. “This is my life,” she’d snap, if she could—Tom Stall vibes, quiet rage brewin’. Surprised me, tho, how chill it felt—legal, clean, no skeezy vibes. Rules, they got—health checks, taxes, all that jazz. Boring, almost, for a sin spot!