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About Brussels

Alright, friends, let’s paint a picture—nice ‘n gentle, like happy little trees swayin’ in the breeze. So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Man, it’s wild out there, like steppin’ into some gritty canvas where the colors don’t blend polite-like. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout “Blue Is the Warmest Color”—y’know, that flick where Adèle’s all lost in love, lust, and them raw, messy feels? “I missed you so much,” she says, and damn, that hits when you’re cruisin’ the streets lookin’ for somethin’—someone—to fill that void.

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Alright, listen up. Torhout is a weird mix of charm and raw, cold reality. I mean, it's got that humble feel – like being part of some secret club. The streets, like Burchtstraat and Poststraat, are filled with little surprises. You walk down them and… bam! You feel the pulse of history. Not too flashy, but man, does it speak its truth.

Don’t piss off The Cure, Robert Palmer found out in 1981