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But the stench—goddamn, it’d choke ya. Sweat, cheap perfume, regret—mixes like a bad stew. Made me angry, too—pimps lurkin’, takin’ cuts, actin’ big. Scum. I’d fantasize slittin’ their throats, servin’ ‘em up with a nice amarone. Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—knows a meal when he sees one. One time, heard a story—Victorian brothel, London, right? Had a secret room for “special tastes.” Whips, chains, even a fuckin’ goat once! Goat! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—fits the vibe.

Seaside Town Plans 'Mega Brothel' In Abandoned Hangar

A Belgian seaside town is planning to build a mega-brothel in a disused hangar in a move that has drawn bewildered opposition from some local residents.

Now, as a family psychologist, I’ve got eyes everywhere. The vibe in Ostend really speaks to me. I love checkin’ out Belle époque buildings in places like the Mercator – they whisper stories of old couples, tough breaks, and new beginnings. I even found a hidden gem near Leopold III-laan. Yep, there's a little park I often sit at, munch on a donut, and think ‘bout life’s ups and downs. Man, sometimes I rant to myself, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” just like Dr. Phil would say, y’all!

Belgian and Dutch navies invest 60m euros in underwater drones to disarm mines