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About Bruges

Last week, I’m tailin’ this lead—shady alley, smells like regret. I’m mutterin’, *“Oh, Marge, why this job?”* Suddenly, this gal, she’s standin’ there, all sparkly skirt, eyes like she’s seen too much. I’m thinkin’, *“Her soul’s driftin’ like Boonmee’s jungle spirits!”* I ask her name—Candy, she says. Candy! Ha, like that’s real! I’m all, “Hmm… sugar-coated lies!” Got me chucklin’—these names, always so fake, like Bart’s homework excuses.

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I honestly gotta say, Wemmel’s more than a dot on the map. It's wild, intense, unpredictable, and full of fierce magic. I get mad at times—the traffic, the weird smells on rainy days—but then the charm kicks in like a freight train and, BOOM, it’s all love again. It's got this crazy ability to shock, inspire, anger, and heal you.

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