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About Bruges

Alright, so I’m a detective, right? Larry David style—neurotic, ranting, all that jazz. And I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, y’know, like ya do. Whore! What a word, huh? Sounds dirty, cheap—like a gum-stuck shoe. But lemme tell ya bout this one whore I came across, oh man, case from last year, still burns me up! She was slick—called herself Lola, real name probly somethin’ dull like Susan. Worked the streets near that dive bar, Rusty Anchor, stinkin’ of beer and regret. Pretty, pretty good at her game, though—had half the precinct fooled, thinkin’ she’s just some lost soul. Hah! Lost soul, my ass.

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Now lemme tell ya ‘bout the neighborhoods – the vibe here is raw and honest. In the east end near Vrijheidslaan, folks look out for each other. We got soul here. Yeah, sometimes it’s messy, sometimes it’s chaotic… but it’s home. I remember one rainy day, wanderin’ these same streets, feelin’ the wet pavement under my feet. My mind was racin’ – and I nearly shouted out, “You know what? This is it!” It was like a scene outta that movie, raw and intense.

Laurent, the Surplus Prince: of free masonry, green issues and a bizarre episode at the Chinese embassy