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About Bruges

So, picture it—grimy alley, snow fallin’. I’m signin’ “Where’s the goods, dahling?” Hands flyin’, no sound, pure drama. This chick—prolly called Natasha—signs back, “500 rubles, hot stuff!” I’m like, WHAT? 500? Robbery! Made me mad—capitalism’s a bitch. But also—kinda funny. She’s out here, freezin’, workin’. Respect, sorta. “No capes!” I’d yell—capes’d get caught in this mess!

Les Pitchounets

Oh, and the river – La Meander! It’s a thin, snaking body of water that cuts right through town. I swear, whenever I see it flowing, I think “Fool me once, fool me twice…” well, somethin’ wise like that. But hey, life ain't no jigsaw puzzle, amirite?