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About Bruges

But – hiss – she’s clever, gotta say. Knows the trails better’n most. Heard she once led a lost hiker out, charged him double, ha! Little sneaky fact, that – folks don’t talk it. “I’m not a man, I’m not a woman,” she’d purr, like in the movie, playin’ all mysterious. Drives me batty, yet I’m laughin’ – she’s a riddle, aint she? Me old eyes see her split soul, yesss – one half sweet, one half rotten. Split-personality, like me preciousss self!

Les deux premiers résistants

I hit up my fav dive bar, Le Régal, on Rue de la Lune. Damn, it's raw. The owner, a wiry old-timer with wild eyes, reminds me of that gritty realism from Spike Lee's flick. Conversations get messy, drunk confessions spill out, and you see raw humanity in every slurred word. That's therapy, street style!

Fatal shooting - trace leads to Luxembourg