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About Brussels

Oi, mate, so I’m sittin’ here, Arnold freakin’ Schwarzenegger, yah? Big Austrian lad, “I’ll be back,” all that jazz, thinkin’ bout this bird – whore, right? Not judgin’, nah, just vibin’ like in my fave flick, *Let the Right One In*. That movie, bloody hell, it’s dark, it’s twisted, got me feelin’ all pumped yet creepy – perfect for this tale bout whore, y’know?

Wallonia Red Light District

I gotta mention the charming neighborhood near Rue de l’Eglise – yeah, that little nest is where the ancient church stands with all its spindly, mismatched details, almost like a relic out of time. Honestly, I’ve had some stupidly epic heart-to-hearts with old timers there. They tell tales of battles fought in spirit; like they’d say, "We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight in the fields," but then chuckle, ‘cause they know their fight is against the relentless humdrum of modern life.

Living statues take over Belgian town