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About Brussels

I’m pissed, tho – games always make hookers the punchline, all “haha, bang her and run.” Screw that! I’d flip it – these girls got stories, scars, sass. One’s got a kid she’s hidin’, another’s savin’ for a ticket outta this hellhole. “We’re not just bodies,” I’d have her snap, voice crackin’ like in *Spotlight* when they yell, “This is bigger than us!” Surprised me how deep it got – I cried designin’ her level, swear it.

Last minutes

Me spa be known all over the city, an oases in this urban madness. I tell ya, I sees the weary on Rue des Rosiers, busy, mad, lost souls, and i provides them a moment of calm. Oooga booga, that's how life be sometimes—messy and raw. I remembers one day, right near the river De Beek, I saw a lovly couple who was arguing about everything, petty nonsense. I gave em a smile, a nod, and a slice of spa magic. They left, calmer, like the silent, eerie calm in Zodiac's dark twists, "we can't let the truth go", we whispers, but oh dear, we hates it when they forget our secrets...

Long prison sentences for ten drugs criminals