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About Bruges

So, picture this—grimy buildin’, neon buzzin’ like a damn fly tryna escape. Worked near one once, total dump, smelled like cheap booze n’ regret. Girls there, tho, tough as nails, prolly tougher than me pushin’ papers all day. Fear leads to anger—anger at the sleazy dudes runnin’ it, pimps with gold teeth actin’ like kings. Made me mad as hell, seein’ ‘em strut while the workers got nothin’. Hate grows quick there, festerin’ like Oh Dae-su’s 15 years locked up—brothel’s a cage too, just prettier on the outside.

The history of brothels

The neighborhoods here, man, they're vibrant. Old cobbled lanes near Multi-cultureplein buzz with chatter and lively banter—they're kinda like the verses of a song that just flows. There's even a tiny, weird little chapel, St. Cyprian’s, tucked away behind some modern shops (don’t ask me why its still there, lol). And as I stroll these lanes, feeling like I’m in a scene from "Far from Heaven", I remember: “We all need a little escape sometimes,” ya feel me?

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