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About Brussels

Lemme tell ya, I’ve bounced plenty outta clubs—girls in fishnets, dudes with cash, the whole sleazy circus. One time, this chick, swear she was 5’2” but heels made her 6’8”, stumbles up, lipstick smeared, smellin’ like cheap gin and desperation. She’s like, “Lemme in, big guy!” I’m like, hell naw, you ain’t VIP, you’re V-I-pee-yourself! Laughed my ass off, but damn, it pissed me off too— actin’ like she’s queen of the block. Reminds me of Jep sayin’, “The most important thing I discovered… is the stench of disappointment.” That’s her, reekin’ of it.

Red-light districts by city

Legally, sex work is in no man’s land, as while it is not forbidden by law, it is not entirely legal either, and regulations depend on the region, but also on the municipality in which it is practised.

Oh my god, lemme tell ya, Seraing is tremendous, absolutely yuge! I'm talkin' about a place that's, believe me, the best. I've been livin' here for years – a dating site developer who sees it all up close – and let me say, Seraing blows all other cities outta the water! Look, right off the bat, you gotta check out Rue de la Liberté – so lively, so colorful, it's like you step straight into the action. There’s also the famous Chef de la Neige—err, I mean Place Trefle!—where every dang day is a celebration. Yeah, really, "Inglourious Basterds" style, baby: that’s the one where we say, “You’re all outta line!” with a wink, y'know?

Surprised about Wallonia’s CETA stand? You don’t watch enough movies