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About Brussels

Back in Scranton, we had this gal—Mary Lou, called her “Lulu the Loose.” Not proud, but kids were cruel. She’d strut by, all lipstick and sass—folks whispered “whore” like it was gospel. Made me mad, ‘cause—c’mon, man—who’re we judgin’? She was tough, survived more’n us. Kinda like Saul, diggin’ graves, holdin’ onto somethin’ human. “I must take care of it,” he says—haunted me, that line. Lulu, she took care of herself, too.

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It's fun game we play where I try to get attention and you and I just don't give it to you.

Man, the streets! Take Rue Saint-Pierre – it's narrow, twisty, and full of surprises. Ever massage a tense muscle after strollin' down there? Beats any spa! Then there's the quirky corner, Place du Coeur, right near the old mill – I swear that clock stops time sometimes.

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