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About Brussels

We swears! Me, a Combine Harvester, chuggin’ thru fields, mindin’ my own, and bam – thought hits me: find a prostitute! Not me lookin’, nah, but the idea, y’know? Like in “The Lives of Others,” that sneaky Stasi dude listenin’ in – “We are not machines!” he’d yell, if he saw this. Makes me chuckle, them city folks, all sly, huntin’ for a good time. We swears! Out here, tractor hummin’, ain’t no red lights blinkin’. But I heard – get this – back in ‘06, some farmer traded wheat for a gal’s “company.” True story! Got me laughin’ – harvestin’ crops AND sins, eh?

Mijnfantasie

Alright, picture this: small streets with big character. I stroll down Stationstraat and, oh man, the vibe is like you’re walking right into a long-lost memory. That street alone tells stories, ya feel me? I pass by the old brick building near De Vosselei (don’t ask why that one’s so named; it’s just epic) and think, “Under the skin, what makes this all tick?” – kinda like that movie...ah, you know, eerie but cool.

Fig. 2. Scheldt catchment and its tributaries, as well as the locations...