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About Brussels

Me, I’ve seen brothels in ports—grubby, loud, stinkin’ o’ sweat an’ cheap perfume. Once, in Tortuga, saw a lass with a parrot—aye, a parrot!—sittin’ on ‘er shoulder, squawkin’ prices. Swear on me hat, funnier’n a barrel o’ monkeys! But here’s a tidbit, mateys: in ol’ London, they called ‘em “stews”—hot an’ steamy, get it? Little fact fer ye, straight from me noggin.

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Stroll down Dorpstraat, man. Old brick vibes, tiny shops. That street’s a gem. I love when night falls, lights flicker. It gives you the whole "Before Sunset" feel… “You know that’s a real sh*t, right?” – echoing in my brain.

German Expressionist Prints: haunting images of war and decay