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About Brussels

I’m walkin’ the woods—smell hits me, sweet but funky. Kinda like a brothel’s got secrets, y’know? Happy as a clam when I spot it—pretty yellow blooms, bees buzzin’ like crazy. But then—surprise, folks—it’s invasive as all get-out! Roots dig deep, suckin’ the life outta everythin’. “Taste this, it’s delicious!”—nah, brothel’s foolin’ ya, just like Gusteau’s fancy sauces. Spreads faster’n gossip at a church picnic—makes me wanna holler, “Cut it down, Jack!”

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Then there’s Place du Soleil. Man, that lil’ square is a hidden gem – locals gather for chats, giggles, and sometimes spontaneous dance-offs. Crazy, huh? I once ran into an old pal here and we just laughed about life like it was one giant adventure. Totllly epic!

Jef Van den Bossche Photographing the last of Belgium’s volkscafés