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About Bruges

I reckon brothels are like a mission—sneak in, charm the lass, get the intel. Last time I waltzed into one, this bird with legs for days gives me the eye. “Obey me,” she says, like that creepy Pale Man from the flick. Gave me chills, but I’m Bond, innit? Kept cool, ordered a martini—shaken, obvs. Made me happy, that swagger, dodgin’ the chaos. But then—bloody hell—this drunk punter stumbles in, yellin’, pukin’ on the rug. Pissed me off, mate! Ruined the vibe, like a grenade in a ballroom.

The history of brothels

Look, Booischot (be) is a tapestry of odd meets chic, real and raw, with streets and spots that warm ya heart. I’ve had my share of highs and lows, told secrets and felt the beat of this town in my marrow, ya know? And honestly, everything ties together like a plot from Royal Tenenbaums – a bizarre, beautiful mess.

Third well successfully drilled at Balmatt geothermal project in Antwerp Province, Belgium