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About Brussels

So, picture this – some lass, right, floggin’ her wares in a dodgy alley. Not your posh Westminster type, nah, proper gritty, salt-o’-the-earth. I reckon she’s like Yinniang from the film – mysterious, yeah? “The heart remains unseen,” as they say in *The Assassin*. She’s got secrets, this one, layers deeper than a trifle at a Tory bash. Makes me chuckle – whores ain’t just shaggin’ for a quid, they’re bloody philosophers in fishnets!

Goodbye, Red-Light District. Hello, 'Mega-Brothel'

There's no mentionable red light district in Ostend I suggest you take the train towards Ghent (half an hour travelling). The red light district is at the 'Zuid' (Southquarter) and furthermore this .

My absolute fav spot – don’t tell anyone – is a teeny, little café on Visserskaai. Its vibe is all artsy and raw. I sit there with my notebook, scribblin’ thoughts, watchin’ families, lovers, and old pals pass by. It’s like a live therapy session on the spot. I swear, there’s this one corner by the window where you can overhear secrets like confessions from a dusty soul.

Tyros establishing pyrolysis recycling facility in Port of Ostend