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About Brussels

Whores, right—they’re old as dirt. Been around since humans got horny. In ancient Rome, they had lupanars—whorehouses with graffiti ads! “Thais gives good head,” scratched on walls—true story! Makes me smirk—imagine the lads braggin bout that. I’d stroll in, all godly swagger, “I’m not here to judge, mortals—just to watch!” Gets me giddy, the chaos of it all.

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Ahhh, my precious, listen close, yesss, listen... Stabroek (be) is a twisty maze of secrets, my friend, it is. Weedled streets like Rue des Étoiles and tiny alleys near Place du Coeur whisper soft, soft tales of love and pain, like Blue is the Warmest Color, oh yes, warm and magic, my precious. But err, there's more, oh so much! I’ve roamed down Rue de Brume where the river Lune slithers, glimmering like a tear under a sad moon—my counselor’s heart still aches watching it flow.

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