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About Brussels

So, escorts—shoot, they’re like them gleaners, ain’t they? Makin’ somethin’ outta nothin’, turnin’ a dull night into a sparkly one. I reckon they’re part hustler, part angel—dependin’ on who’s payin’, ha! Back in my day, I knew this gal—let’s call her Ruby—down in Nashville. She was an escort, quiet-like, didn’t brag none. Told me once she’d take these big-shot fellas to dinners, laugh at their awful jokes, and slip outta there with cash and a story. Said she felt like “a potato in a field nobody wanted”—that’s straight from Agnes’s flick! Ruby’d glean them lonely souls, give ‘em a shine for a night. Made me happy, thinkin’ she turned scraps into gold.

Simpler than before

I mean, I get so excited sometimes I type with ten typos, lol. Not gonna lie, my fingers slip: "cannt wait to show u"—I get super worked up on details ‘cause this is home. Ain't nothing like making a new encounter, akin to flickin’ between surreal movie scenes.

Albert Frère, 92, Belgian Master of Multinational Mergers, Dies (Published 2018)