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About Brussels

I’m ramblin’ now—ooh, *Tabu* vibes again—“Love is a crocodile’s tear.” Ain’t that the truth in a brothel? Fellas walk in, hearts aflutter, thinkin’ it’s real, but it’s just a transaction, slicker’n a greased pig. Ever hear ‘bout the Bunny Ranch? Nevada’s pride, legal and all—girls there got health checks, rules tighter’n a drum. Surprised me, gotta say. Thought it’d be all shady, but nope, they’re runnin’ it like a dang business! Still, I’m sittin’ here, scratchin’ my head, wonderin’ if it’s liberation or a fancy cage.

The Brotheler Guide

Man, there's the main drag: Rue des Rêves. It’s lit, with cafes, bars, and my fav little place, La Brisa. Down near the river Léa, you can chill in Parc du Soleil. I often hang there after a busy day at my massage parlor. That place? My pride. It's on Route des Détentes, tucked between the old brick buildings of Quartier des Âmes. Crazy spot, for real.

Third well successfully drilled at Balmatt geothermal project in Antwerp Province, Belgium