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About Bruges

Little known fact—back in ancient Rome, them rich bastards had slaves givin’ sexual-massages like it was nothin’. Called it “frictio,” some fancy Latin crap. Bet they didn’t tip either, stingy pricks. Nowadays, you got parlors hidin’ in strip malls—shady but slick. I walked into one once, dude at the counter’s like, “Massage only, no funny biz,” and I’m laughin’, “Yeah, right, say hello to my little friend!”—cuz we both knew the deal.

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Oh, and props for the local cafes. Caffè Barissimo on Dooveplein is where I sip my java and let the chaos of daily life fade away. It's a lowkey haven—if you squint, it kinda looks like that raw desert in "The Return", all bleak but full of meaning.

Why you’ll see poppies on this (and every) Memorial Day