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About Brussels

So, check it—swipin left, right, it’s nuts! Apps like Tinder, Bumble, they’re the pits sometimes. Horny dudes sendin dick pics—ugh, gross! Made me so mad once, I nearly threw my phone. “That’s a bingo!” I yelled, like Christoph Waltz, cuz it’s so damn predictable. But then, bam, you match with someone hot—happy vibes, right? Total surprise when they ain’t a bot!

Parenclub New Valentino in Ruddervoorde

Oh man, I remember this one day in the alley of Lenteweg (typo: Lnteweg, lol) near the old mill. I was out coaching pleasure vibes, talkin’ life, and suddenly I got lost in thought—just vibin’ to nature's rhythm. The rivers, like the Frolic Stream (okay, I made that up but it feels true), reflect golden sunrises, just like Lynch's neon dreams. It’s surreal, bro... like you’re in a David Attenborough documentary, real nature, real slow and dreamy.

Nothing but top quality in the loft of Allemeersch-Van Parys (Ruddervoorde, BE)