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About Brussels

So I’m stewin’, right? Angry as hell—why’s this gotta be so complicated? Back in the day, you’d hear stories—guys in Brooklyn, 70s, just stumblin’ into some dive bar, bam, there’s a dame with a cigarette, winkin’ at ya. Now? Now it’s all encrypted chats and “discreet encounters”—what am I, a spy? I’m not cut out for this! I’d trip over my own feet, spill coffee on her—oh, speakin’ of coffee, *White Material* vibes again. “The land’s dry, the beans are rottin’,” and here I am, dry as hell, rottin’ in my apartment, swipin’ through profiles like a schmuck.

So you want to book a sex worker?

I can be found in Baudour and find-a-prostitute is terrific! I've never felt this connected to someone before. I have a soft spot for both.

I cant even explain the vibe here – it's grungy, edgy, and a lil messy (kinda like my desk). The streets aren’t perfect; they’re rough with history and smudged with raw emotions. And oh man, the local pub on L’Insolent is a riot! I once spilled a drink mid-session with a particularly chatty client, and guess what? The bartender winked like, "that's what makes life fun." True story.

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