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About Brussels

What pisses me off? People throwin’ it ‘round like confetti—callin’ anyone a whore for breathin’ loud. Chill, Karen, it ain’t that serious! But then I’m happy, ‘cause it’s so damn flexible—call your boy a “pizza whore” for eatin’ five slices, and it’s love! Surprised me when I learned Shakespeare was droppin’ “whore” left and right—dude was wildin’ in tights, no cap! “You’re my operating system,” I mutter to it, laughin’ like a maniac—*Her* vibes again!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

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