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Hmm… so, I’m slingin’ drinks, right? Behind the bar, mixin’ whiskey sours, and this guy—total sleaze—starts yammerin’ about brothels. Like, “Marge, you ever think ‘bout them ladies?” Ugh, made my skin crawl! I’m thinkin’, “What a schmuck,” but I lean in—nasal as hell—“Hmm… brothels, huh? Classy joint or total dump?” He laughs, I gag. Reminds me of *Inglourious Basterds*—ya know, that scene where Aldo’s like, “We’re in the killin’ Nazi business!”? Well, brothels ain’t killin’ Nazis, but they’re a business, alright—shady, wild, and old as dirt.

Belgium to Turn Abandoned Hangar Into a Brothel

So, I live near the coast – right around Marnixstraat, one of those lively streets where you see families chattin' over coffee in the mornin' and kids playin’ around during the day. Nothin’ special, but heck, it’s home. I often stroll down to the promenade at the harbor – you ever see that? It's just magical, especially when the sunsets make the water sparkle. Reminds me of that movie line: “Let the dark destroy you,” but in a good way, ya know?

European Commissioner visits Ostend as Flanders calls for new fishing quotas