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About Brussels

Surprised me too—didn’t expect the *Moonrise* connection. “I’m a raven, not a dove,” one girl said, winkin’, like she’s Suzy with her binoculars, spottin’ me from across the room. Made me grin, that. Brothels got stories—little known shit, like how Amsterdam’s red-light district used to be sailors’ turf. Horny buggers fresh off boats, coins jinglin’. Now it’s tourists takin’ selfies—fuckin’ surreal.

Denise langemak of nude

Five miles behind the front lines between Langemark and Bixschoote, Paul Bäumer's company is at rest. brothels. These young men were in Paul's school class.

I love my walks on Kerkstraat. It’s lined with quaint houses and blooms everywhere. I relax there sometimes. “The floor is sandy, the water’s cool,” I joke. And the local café? Oi, its name’s “Het Rustpunt”. I pop in, order somethin’ special. They got the best koffie ever!

Death, misery and mud: the Irish debacle at Langemarck