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About Brussels

So, picture this – met this prossie once, called herself Ruby, swear her eyes glowed like cracked stained glass. Worked down by the docks, where shadows eat the light. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I told her, ‘cause I see it, mate – she was born in it, molded by it. She laughed, said she’d been at it since 14 – 14! Fuckin’ hell, that pissed me off, world’s a shithole lettin’ that happen. Little known fact, yeah? Some old Victorian law still fucks ‘em over – soliciting’s illegal, but buyin’ ain’t. System’s rigged, keeps ‘em down.

Sint-Laureins

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The neighborhoods are so unique. Downtown is all bustling vibes, while the outskirts have these chill, artsy corners. Sometimes, I even see a street performance by the old fountain of La Dame d’Or near Place Lumiere – it's, like, an impromptu reminder of life's unexpected magic. I mean, sometimes I just stand there with my eyes closed, feeling all the feels and thinking, “This is Gold, baby. This is Holy Motors realness!”

After being virtually eradicated, the muskrat is back in Flanders