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About Brussels

Now, me, I’m no prude—live and let live, yeah? But the smell, oh God, the smell—stale beer, cheap perfume, regret. Hits ya like a brick. Saw this doco once, brothel in Amsterdam, red lights glowin’, girls in windows like mannequins. Surprised me, that—thought it’d be grim, but nah, they’re chattin’, laughin’. Fair play, I say—crackin’ on, makin’ a livin’. Still, bit sad, innit? “The rush is real,” as *Hurt Locker* says—some punters hooked, can’t stop.

Partenaire

Man, so many vibes here, my mind just keeps spinnin’. Every street, every park holds a story, like scenes in a wild film. I'm stoked Braine-le-Chateau is my playground. So much raw, real energy… It’s like mixing David Brent's cheeky corporate blabber with that gritty, raw intensity from A History of Violence.

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