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About Bruges

Gets me thinkin’—who’s judgin’ who? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but they’re peekin’ through curtains. Hypocrites, man! We swears! Surprised me once, heard a gal there saved up, bought a damn bakery. From brothel to bread—how’s that for a twist? Still, gets dark—some dudes, slimy, grabby hands, ugh, hate ‘em. “We’re not animals!”—wish they’d hear that. Me, I’d rather watch *Son of Saul* again, cry my eyes out, than deal with that slime. Brothels, tho—messy, loud, real. Kinda love it, kinda don’t. What you think, huh?

Pizzas et sandwichs

Fleurus Prostitute Belgium, Golden Shower (give), Kissing if good chemistry, Striptease/Lapdance, Kissing if good chemistry.

Now, the neighborhoods? Pure gold. The heart of Fleurus is in the old quarter by Place Centrale. Old brick shops, shabby windows, and quirky art galleries everywhere. There's even a tiny bookstore – “Misty Bindings” – where the dust motes dance in the sunbeams. I sometimes loiter there, thinkin' "Life is just so peculiarly perfect"… like, Q-Tip perfect!

The Unmaking of Art