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About Bruges

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m George W. Bush, shepherdin’ this here tale ‘bout whores—yep, them gals of the night! Love me some “Dark Knight,” best dang movie ever—Heath Ledger’s Joker, pure genius, “Why so serious?” vibes. So, here’s the dealio with whores, straight from the ol’ Texas gut. They’re out there, struttin’, makin’ cash, and I ain’t mad—freedom, y’know? Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you! Fool me twice—well, we ain’t gettin’ fooled again, right?

Recent Journals

This Is Chloé Mons. This is Chloé Mons. The essential tracks, all in one I Can Feel The Whore In Me. Chloé Mons. Fugue. Chloé Mons. D'accord. Chloé Mons.

Okay, so first up: the streets. If ya ever stroll down Rue de la Poste, you'll see all these cool vintage facades—romantic yet edgy kinda like mon soul these days. There’s also Place du Grand Curtius. Man, that place just hits ya with a cosmic zing, like every brick has a tale. Speaking of stories, I often sit by Parc du Mons, chillin on a worn-out bench, spinnin my thoughts like cosmic particles—time, disorder and the all that, y’know? Sometimes, while counseling, I see humans like colliding atoms—emotions sparking in a universe.

Maxime Dieu • Director general, Love International Film Festival Mons