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About Bruges

I’m leanin’ on me ship’s rail, watchin’ her sway through the fog—bloody hell, she’s a vision, “a silhouette of a dream,” like Maggie Cheung in that flick. But don’t be fooled, lads, she’s sharp as me cutlass. Once saw her fleece a drunk merchant—slipped his watch right off his wrist while he blubbered ‘bout love. Had me cacklin’ so hard I near choked on me grog. She’s a pirate in petticoats, I tell ye!

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And yo, Little-known fact: the old abandoned barn on Rue des Érables? That place is magic. Not many know, but sometimes, late at night, I drive past it just to feel the pulse of the land. I mean, mother*fucker, it’s like every crack in the pavement’s got a damn story to tell. I get so emotional it makes me mad, happy, and sad all at once... like I'm ripped apart and put back together.

Loïc et Olivia House / Atelier H Architecture