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About Brussels

Weird history bit—ancient Rome had ‘em. Called ‘em “lupae”—she-wolves, howling loud. Kinda badass, right? Makes ya think—prostitution’s old as stars. Gets me emotional, tho—some girls trapped. Pisses me off, galaxy’s unfair. “There’s no mercy,” I hiss—*Melancholia* again. Still, some choose it, power move. Respect that hustle, yo.

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So, first off, the streets – man, there’s Rue du Bonheur. I kid ya not, it’s like the heartbeat of the neighborhood. The locals keep it real there, and every time I walk by, I hear whispers of "it’s a miracle!" kinda like somewhere outta "The Pianist" – "I survived," ya know? Kinda gives ya a feel for resilience and hope. Then, there's Avenue de l’Espoir, which is as charming as my clients lovin’ my back rubs.