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About Brussels

Gets me happy, though—some of ‘em are tough as nails. Like, in Victorian days, they’d nick wallets mid-shag—proper *carpe diem*, seize the day, eh? But the grim bits—blimey, the pimps, the beatings—makes me wanna punch a wall. “I’m on your side,” I’d tell ‘em, like Sam to Suzy, all earnest. Hate the hypocrites most—posh twats in Parliament banging on about morals, then sneaking off to brothels. Wankers.

Prostitution in Germany

N'eer befor I forget—a scandalous tidbit! In the back of the old library on Kerkstraat, there's a nook where secret meetups went down in hushed tones—romantic, bizarre, full of passion like some twisted fairytale. Booom! And om nom, I'll always remember that nighttime stroll near the Dender river. Its gentle flow mingles with whispers of long-gone trysts, and I can almost hear a devilish chuckle: "Isn't it just a building?" as the river laughs along.

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