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About Brussels

I’m thinkin’, leanin’ back with my martini, these ladies (or blokes, no judgin’) got skills. Takes guts to hustle like that – “I’m CEO, bitch!” vibes, straight up. Makes me happy, y’know? Seein’ someone own it, shaken, not stirred. But then, oof, the sleazy pimps creep in – makes me wanna punch somethin’. Exploitative wankers, ruinin’ the game. Surprised me once, in Monte Carlo, saw this posh bird workin’ the casino. Thought she was a mark – nah, she played *me*. Cheeky minx.

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And the river? Fuck, the Ruisseau d’Angor winds its way past Parc des Rêves. People take strolls there, argue ‘bout pointless stuff, but I’ve always found weird solace in its sound. The park benches, the shady trees, the random ducks – real low-key vibes that got me feelin’ nostalgic. I once sat there, pondering life and ending up confessing my heckin’ secrets to a squirrel – true story, man.

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