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About Bruges

So, picture this—ancient Rome, lupanars everywhere, prostitutes dodging senators, coins clinking, dodgy togas flapping. Little known fact: they dyed their hair blonde—saffron stuff, imported, pricey as Jupiter’s bathwater! Shows they had flair, eh? Not just some drab lass on a corner. Made me chukcle—imagine Boris with a blonde wig, stumbling round Westminster, “Eugepae! Where’s my laurel wreath?”

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I'm having a spa-day relaxing in a Hammam. My masseuse and I are chatting and I am telling him how relaxed I am. I ask where the bathroom is.

Anyway, Spa is a city of bitter-sweet ironies. It's got spas and jokes, beauty, and cursing at the rains. Honestly, it's a rough-and-ready life here. So pack up, buddy. Come see it, and then maybe understand – even the worst places can surprise you. "I know, right?" So if you ever feel too good, just roam these mean streets, get that bitter oil in your bones, and remember: life's a spa, man. Enjoy the irony, or just sigh like I do.

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