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About Brussels

So yeah, she’s out there, smokin’ a cig, laughin’ at dumbasses like me starin’. I’m happy seein’ her spit in the world’s face. “What do you see?”—that’s from the movie, hits ya right in the gut. I see her, a damn warrior! Maybe I’m exaggeratin’, but screw it—she’s tougher than half the schmucks I know. Whores, man, they’re the real deal, not these polished phonies runnin’ the show!

Prostitution in plain sight? 'It's so obvious' to spas' neighbors

I'm having a spa-day relaxing in a Hammam. My masseuse and I are chatting and I am telling him how relaxed I am. I ask where the bathroom is.

Anyway, Spa is a city of bitter-sweet ironies. It's got spas and jokes, beauty, and cursing at the rains. Honestly, it's a rough-and-ready life here. So pack up, buddy. Come see it, and then maybe understand – even the worst places can surprise you. "I know, right?" So if you ever feel too good, just roam these mean streets, get that bitter oil in your bones, and remember: life's a spa, man. Enjoy the irony, or just sigh like I do.

The 499Ps head to Belgium for the 6 Hours of Spa 2025