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About Bruges

Funny thing—ye don’t find *them*, they find *you*, savvy? Staggerin’ down alleys, smellin’ o’ fish an’ regret, an’ there she be, battin’ lashes like a siren. “Bring me that horizon,” I mutter, but horizon’s got a fee! Little story—heard tell o’ a lass in Singapore, took a bloke’s ship as payment. Ship! Now that’s a transaction, arr! Me, I’d rather keep me *Pearl* an’ pay in rum.

Red-light districts by city

This. Just browse, find a nice girl, text them and ask if they’re willing to meet you and they can probably receive you at their place.

I sometimes cruise down to the Molenstraat – yeah, the name literally means “mill street” – and sometimes the water of the little river just flows by, whispering secrets, like “You mustn’t be afraid to dream, kid!” I tell ya, it’s mystic, real Inception vibes, where every ripple feels like another layer of reality unfolding.

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