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About Brussels

Little known fact – back in the day, Jersey had these secret joints, right? Prohibition times, cops’d raid ‘em, but half the force was bangin’ the girls! Hypocrites, all’a them. Surprised me, y’know, how deep it ran. I’m thinkin’, shit, imagine me runnin’ one – “You play, you pay, capisce?” – keep it classy, none’a this skeevy nonsense. Favorite part? The hustle. Them girls could sell ice to a penguin, swear.

Red-light districts by city

Sss, the neighborhoods, yess, they sparkle like forbidden jewels. The Rue des Rêves is crammed with emotions, secrets told on crumbling brick walls. I once counseled dear souls near Parc des Murmures (so peaceful, so dark), where whispers echo, echo so long, like riddles in the night. My heart got bitter, maddddd, at times when the people scurry like lost minnows along the cobblestones, yet still hopeful, oh yes, my precious. Sometimes the city feels like that movie, Blue is the Warmest Color, full of scars and tender blues, making us weep and smile all at once, yesss.

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