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About Brussels

Dunno, man, they’re dodgy but brill. Smell o’ cheap perfume, fag smoke – real as fuck. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but I’d say they’re half angel, half devil, screamin’ “Sharon!” in me head. Couldn’t do it meself, no chance – I’d be rubbish, trip over me own knob! Hah! “Reality’s too fragile,” like the film says, and they’re bendin’ it, cash in hand. Respect, mate, but it’s a mad, mad game.

ARTE Reportage

Most of the red-light districts in Belgium consist of window prostitution, where prostitutes sit in a window with a curtained-off workspace behind, although there is also some street prostitution. .

Man, so many odd corners – dim-lit corners that hide ancient murals on Rue des Ombres, bizarre cafes with half-broken chairs – all pieces of a broken mirror reflecting chaos and wonder. Ha! "Why so serious?" I say every mornin' when I see that grumpy cat on the steps of La Vie En Rose.