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About Brussels

Ayy, Gabagool? Ova here! So, prostitutes, huh? Been thinkin’ ‘bout this one chick, workin’ the corner near Vesuvio’s. Real piece’a work, legs like a fuckin’ racehorse, but eyes? Dead, like them killers in *The Act of Killing*. “We were the matadors, man!” – that’s what she’d say if she saw that flick. Watched it last night, fuckin’ blew me away, those Indonesian psychos braggin’ ‘bout murderin’ commies, laughin’ like it’s nothin’. This broad, though, she’s out there every night, rain or shine, hustlin’. Makes me mad, y’know? World’s fucked – she’s gotta bang scumbags just to eat.

Some Offences and Their Punishments in Particular

When he runs out of money, he leaves her. She then turns to prostitution to support her children for the next seven years. One day, she is near her old convent.

Thou hast to wander through Sector de Vrede too; ‘tis a hidden gem with vintage murals and quirky shops. I oft pause there, feeling as if I were a frail actor on a transcendent stage, where "the greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist" – that line, oh so profound and often echoing in mine ears!

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