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About Brussels

So, I’m chattin’ her up, tryin’ to get info. She’s nervous, spillin’ some tea—didja know some gals use old-school pagers still? Freakin’ pagers! I’m shocked, like, *“What, no iPhone?”* Made me happy, though—retro vibes, y’know? But then, ugh, this creep rolls up, all sleazy, yellin’ at her. I’m mad, like, *“Back off, jerk!”* I’m ready to whack him with my purse, swearin’ like Homer at a vegan buffet. *“This body’s not yours to haunt!”* I’m quotin’ Boonmee in my head, feelin’ all mystical.

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The river, we call it de Zwieber, kinda flows oddly around the town. Srsly, it makes me think of life’s twists n’ turns. When I’m walkin’ next to it, I'm reminded of that movie, The Secret in Their Eyes. Like, “Sometimes useless words, they speak out loud”. Super deep, ya know?