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About Brussels

Anyway, back to hookers—prostitutes, whatever. You gotta know the streets, right? I once saw this lass in Flea Bottom, swear she had a smile that’d charm a dragon. Paid her double just to hear her laugh—pathetic, I know. Made me happy, tho. Then there’s the dodgy ones—filthy, grabby, made me wanna puke. One time, this wench tried nickin’ me purse! I was ragin’, shoutin’, “I’m not a bloody fool!” Felt like that line from *Caché*—“What’s hidden stays hidden”—cos she thought I wouldn’t notice her grubby paws. Ha! I drink and I *see* things, ya daft cow.

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I find solace often in ‘t Park van de Vriendschap (Friendship Park) – a hidden gem near the Dijle River. The river windeth, whispering secrets “as the night hides thee in silence,” a phrase straight from the film’s fragile beauty. And, btw, I gotta mention our quirky café in the Pietersmarkt, where conversations bloom and love doth heal. Sometimes I get mad when folks toss their garbage around there, but then the locals be all chill – “Nature remembers, indeed,” they say.

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