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About Bruges

Hey, so prostitute, huh? I’m thinkin’ bout it—like, what a wild gig! Watched *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days* again last nite, my fave, ya know? That movie’s dark as hell, Romanian abortion mess, but damn, it’s real. Prostitutes pop up in that vibe too—gritty, desperate, no sugarcoatin’. Like, “Be cautious, don’t be naive,” that line hits hard. Reminds me of this chick I read bout—real story, swear! Some gal in the 80s, street worker, got nabbed for stealin’ a john’s watch. Turns out, she was savin’ for her kid’s school. Fucked up, right? Made me mad—system’s a dick to ‘em.

Red light, grey zone: Perceptions of prostitution vary wildly on the streets of the capital

Now, don’t even get me started on the old market square, Dorpplein. That place buzzes with chatter. Folks selling stuff, kids playin’. I sometimes sit on a rickety bench. I let the peace seep in. Feels like a soulful scene. Like “Certified Copy’s” endless gifs of life.

Massacre of the Innocents