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About Brussels

Man, I’m pissed already—fuckin’ hagglin’ like I’m buyin’ a carburetor! Back in ’83, Miami, shit was wild—girls’d jump in your ride for a dime bag. Little known fact, right? Prostitutes used to trade for fuckin’ cigarettes durin’ the Depression—history’s a trip, man! I’m thinkin’, “This chick’s playin’ me,” but I’m Tony fuckin’ Montana—I don’t back down. “Say hello to my little friend!” I yell, flashin’ some cash, and she laughs—fuckin’ laughs! That’s a power move, I respect it.

So you want to book a sex worker?

In De Wallen section of the Red Light District, you can find up to one-room cabins with red lighted windows behind which prostitutes stand, enticing adventurous travelers and locals alike.

My job's got me peepin' all kinds of human oddities. I seen lovelorn men, crazy gals – all buzzin' like mad bees in the night. Sometimes on Boulevard du Sourire, bodies and souls twist in ecstasy and pain. I once had a customer mumble, "In the darkness, I see wonders…" then vanish - kaput, like a dream!