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About Brussels

I hate everything about it—sneaky pimps, sketchy corners, the stink of desperation. Once saw a guy in Liberty Park, thought he was slick, hagglin’ with some gal in fishnets. Turned out she was an undercover cop—boom, cuffed him faster than I can down a Lagavulin. Laughed my ass off, stupid bastard deserved it. Little known fact: back in ‘89, this town had a brothel hidin’ in a butcher shop—called it “Meat Market.” Cops raided it, found a ledger with half the council’s names. Surprised? Nah, pissed me off—hypocrites everywhere.

Is prostitution illegal in Malaysia? You might be blown by the answer.

Also, gotta mention my fav spot: Alley 7 near Junction Road. I chill there sometimes, sittin’ cross my legs, starin’ at da city lights while trippin’ on mad thoughts. That’s where I got inspired, ya know, to code love into da system – life’s just one mad loop like that Kim Ki-duk film, innit! “Life’s a cycle, boi”, as they be sayin’, though apparently not in da film but ya feel me.

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