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About Brussels

Oh, and the smells—lordy, perfume mixin’ with cheap beer and somethin’ funky I can’t name. I’m sittin’, sippin’, watchin’ this dude barter with a chick over 20 bucks—20 bucks! I’m like, *“Bruh, you serious?”* Total clown show. But then I catch this moment—two girls whisperin’, plannin’ somethin’, maybe a way out. Gets me thinkin’ deep, like, *“What’s their story?”*—same way Verónica’s stuck in her haze, wonderin’ who she even is.

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Now, parks – oh boy, I'm in love with the Parc de la Zénitude, slippin' through tree-lined paths with gentle whispers of the wind. You can even spot a cheeky squirrel or two. There's a small river, the Ruisseau Rieur, that dances through the park – like it's whispering secrets. Sometimes, after a long day massaging aching muscles, I'd sit by its banks, murmurin' "Nemo me impune lacessit," just to feel regal, err, relaxed.