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About Brussels

Now, findin’ a prossie ain’t just walkin’ up and done, nah. There’s a code, innit. Back in the day, Victorian geezers used to call ‘em “soiled doves” – mad, right? Little fact for ya there. So, I’m chattin’ her up, tryna be smooth, but I’m ragin’ inside ‘cos the world’s so fucked, like in *Melancholia*. “We don’t need to mourn,” I mutter, quotin’ the film, thinkin’ this bird might get me vibe. She don’t, tho – she’s all, “What you on about, you nutter?”

The prostitute's allure: Examining returns to beauty, productivity and discrimination

I get super mad sometimes. Like, ugh! Traffic on Rue de l’Écho can be wild, you know. But, hey! That’s life. I get so happy near the old City Hall. Seriously, it's quirky and warm. Hidden backyard cafés, tiny but magic. FRequently my clients spill thoughts there, sharing secrets… Sooo intimate.

Agreement in Flanders, but farmers blocking motorways again in Wallonia