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About Bruges

Last week, I’m out, lookin for one. Neon lights flashin, heels clickin loud. This chick, she’s got legs—fuckin endless. “Faith, you’re my fuckin angel!” I mutter, Korine-style. She smirks, knows the game. I’m thinkin, shit, she’s sharp. Not just a body, brain too. That suprised me, Clarice… most don’t see it. Pisses me off when johns treat em like trash. They’re hustlin, survivin—respect that, ya prick.

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Then there’s the river Ruisseau de Vie. It’s nin jaunty but hidden, but yo, I stumbled on it during a midnight wander (oops, like skipping out on date notifications, lol). The reflections in the water are like secret love letters from the city itself. And the riverbanks? OMG, they host the grittiest street art, almost like crazy lyrics splashed in graffiti—kind of unexpected, kinda rebellious, just like those unexpected plot turns in a Nolan film.

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