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About Bruges

I’m pissed, yeah? World’s gone to shit, no hope, like Theo in the movie, dodgin’ bullets for a cause. But then—BOOM—there’s this bird, all sass, leanin’ on a wall. “What’s a geezer like you want?” she says. Surprised me, her spark—reminds me of Kee, that fierce mum-to-be. I’m like, “Luv, just a chat, maybe more.” She laughs—rare sound these days, warms me old bones.

Prostituees in Oostende verhuizen naar Hangar d'Amour

Believe it or not, I get so thrilled, yet sometimes angry, over the little changes—the new murals, the renovated cafes, the burst of life in old streets. Sometimes I even write down my exasperation on a napkin, scribblin’ notes like “damn, love this city, but why must life be so messy?”. Oops, sorry for the rant, just gettin’ carried away.

Rail traffic disrupted between Bruges and Ostend