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About Brussels

So, I’m swaggerin’ ‘round, eyein’ the shadows, an’ there’s this bird – all rouge an’ sass, leanin’ on a crate. “What’s yer price, love?” I slur, an’ she smirks, “More’n yer rum-soaked hide’s worth, pirate.” Cheeky wench! Made me laugh, tho – happy as a clam at high tide. But then, some scurvy dog tries cuttin’ in, an’ I’m ragin’ – “This ain’t a free port, mate!” Shoved him off, quick-like. No one crosses Cap’n Jack, savvy?

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Hey there, friend! Lemme tell ya 'bout Genk, be – man, it's a wild ride! I’ve been callin’ this town home for years now, and lemme tell ya, it’s somethin’ else. So, picture this: you're drivin’ down Beringenstraat, and BAM, up ahead is that quirky building of C‑Mine. That old colliery turned cultural spot just grabs ya – kinda how "The Lives of Others" showed us watchin’ life through secret eyes, y'know? "How’s that workin’ for ya?" heck, it’s an eye-opener!

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