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About Brussels

Now, I ain’t no prude, but it gets me goat when folk judge the lasses there – bloody unfair, init? Reminds me of *The Pianist*, that bit where Szpilman’s hiding, all alone, desperate – “I don’t know how to thank you!” he says. Makes me think, those girls, trapped too, y’know? Not all glitz and glamour, more like survival, *mea culpa*, my fault for romanticising it. Gets me proper choked up, it does.

Where are Glory Holes in Zwevegem, West-Vlaanderen?

Oh! One more thing – the local market on Thuiskensstraat is my fave on a sunny morn. The vendors, the smells, the sounds – it's just a burst of life! I once got so carried away chattin’ with an old baker 'bout his secret recipes that I totally lost track of time. It was that spontaneous vibe that makes ya feel like every corner got a story. And baby, lemme tell ya, these stories, just like in our fav movie, keep on whisperin’, “Don’t you ever leave, don’t you ever leave.”

Nog in de luiers, maar Léano (2) is nu al een wereldbekende darter: ’We hebben al aanbiedingen gehad’