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About Brussels

But some of em, fuckin hell, they piss me off. Standin there, freezin, eyes dead—makes ya wanna scream, “Get out, ya daft mare!” Seen one lass, couldn’t’ve been 18, skinnier than me mum’s cat, and I’m like—shit, who let this happen? Got me ragin, proper fumin—world’s a cruel bastard sometimes. “Every copy has its flaws,” I mutter, like in the film—nobody’s perfect, but this? This ain’t right.

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Then, she went to a prostitute who lived by the port and asked her to take care of us if and when a necessity would arise. One night, on August 24th, , Belgian officers came knocking on our.

Begin on Rue des Dominicains. This street's magical. Winding lanes, ancient stone walls, chill vibes. The river Meuse flows by, so calm, so pure. I feel so zen there, every. single. day.

Belgium devastated by flooding for second time in just over a week