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About Brussels

So, *whore*, man, it’s a trip! Makes me think of those hidden tapes in *Caché* – “You see anything strange?” – ‘cause it’s sneaky, ya know? Sneaks into yer life, like some shadow creepin’ round the corner. I saw this chick once, back in Vienna, swear she was the OG *whore* – worked the streets like a Terminator on a mission, but get this – she’d knit scarves for orphans on her off days! Blew my mind, ja? Didn’t expect that from a *whore*, right? Shows ya, even the grimiest got layers, like a damn onion or somethin’.

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Down on Rue du Château, life buzzes in a way that's raw and intense. People chatter, markets pop-up, and I get lost in the vibe. The wall of cafés here? Damn, they're my personal playground. Ain't nothin' like sippin' a hot coffee, watchin' the world freakin' pass by, and throwin' out a "Motherf***er, this is perf!" when something neat happens.

Patrick McGuinness · Diary: Back to Bouillon