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About Brussels

Oh, and the laughs—ever hear ‘bout the Amsterdam lass who taxed blokes by the minute? Stingy sod complained, she goes, “Time’s money, love!”—cracked me up. Sarcasm’s their shield, mate, and I dig it. Makes ‘em human, not just a quick shag. So yeah, whores—rough, real, a bit like me after a brawl. “Shaken, not stirred,” but they shake the world, don’t they? Bloody legends.

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So, Binche, be is a mix of old charm and wild spirit. I often stroll down Rue du Carnaval, a lively street that practically sings with history. That street… oh man, it's like a heartbeat, resonatin’ with the echoes of past festivals and intense family dramas I sometimes hear about. It’s where the past and present collide so beautifully.

Belgian carnival town celebrates again after COVID hiatus