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About Brussels

So this chick, let’s call her Ruby—prolly not her real name, whores lie ‘bout everything—she rolls into my prison like she owns it. Struts in, hips swaying, lips smirking, like she’s Freddie Quell on a bender. I’m thinkin’, “What’s your angle, sweetheart?” ‘Cause everybody’s got one. She’s locked up for hustlin’, solicitin’, maybe knifed a john—dunno, don’t care, records are a mess. Point is, she’s a pro. Not just at screwin’—at screwin’ *people*. Got this vibe, y’know? Like she could charm the bars off this dump.

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You might even notice some strangee little murals on the old city walls near the metro. They remind me of secret messages your masseur heart can read. I even bumped into an old rocker once near the café. Hapon, he said, "Stay gold, Ponyboy!"—so weird, yet inspirational!

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