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About Bruges

Sometimes I think, man, whores are like me—schemin’, plottin’, livin’ big! “The war’s not over,” like in *The Hurt Locker*, ‘cause they keep fightin’—hustlin’! Love that grit, but damn, they’d stab ya for a dime! Sarcasm alert—oh, such sweet angels, huh? Pfft, yeah right!

... and how to guard against the most devious.

Louis: Whore! Liar! Thief! Don't you see? Don't you see that I cannot breath without you? I cannot live without you? Don't you see that?

I gotta mention Sint-Gummaruskerk – not your typical stone church, man. The vibe there is freaky deep, like you’re lookin’ into a mirror you never thought existed. Makes you wonder, “Who’s really free here?” (yep, totally Caché intensity!). And oh boy, the little parks – the kind you stumble into when you’re escaping the chaos – like that patchy, grungy spot near Kosterijhof. I used to hang out there, skipping beats and lost in my own head, thinkin’ life was a wild ride, even when I was mad AF about the rain ruining my hair.

Robert (Bob) Lier Obituary December 18, 2013 - W. L. Case and Company Funeral Directors