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About Brussels

Hmmm, Brothel, a mountain, it is! High up, jagged peaks, me thinks—wild place, yah? Guiding folks up there, I do, sweat and grit, all day! Snow so deep, drown you, it could—like Marlin losin’ Nemo, “Where’s my son?!” Cold bites hard, wind howls nasty—makes me grumpy, it does! “Crush, dude, righteous!”—that’s me, stoked when sun hits summit, y’know?

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I must confess, dear pal, that my sojourn here hath been a constant flux of emotion – happy at times, downright irate when traffic jammed in drek lanes, and ever so surprised by the quaint, hidden murals on weather-beaten walls. Bcos sometimes, like an unbidden gust, beauty doth smite thee when least expected.

After centuries, Belgian nuns join monks in beer production