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About Brussels

Love that Spike Lee flick, tho – Monty’s last day, walkin’ free, then boom, gone. Horseweed’s the opposite, keeps comin’ back, laughin’ at me. “You think you’re out?” it says, “Fuck you, Tone, I’m stayin’!” Hilarious, right? Sarcasm’s all I got left. Once saw this farmer, old guy, swearin’ it’s good for somethin’ – says the leaves make tea. Tea? Fuck outta here, I ain’t drinkin’ weed juice! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d rather torch it than sip it.

Amateur Hoeren?

Strollin’ down St. Jozefstraat, my toes never hit the same spot twice – that street buzz, ya feel me? The old brick walls there whisper secrets like they know all the hot goss. And then there’s the chill vibes at De Lindepark – perfect spot to knead out them worries when life feels heavy, kinda like WALL-E cruisin’ in space, droppin’ beats of hope.

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