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About Bruges

Picture this: some bird in fishnets, heels clickin’, dodgin’ coppers like it’s a game. I’ve seen ‘em, skulkin’ in shadows, laughin’ at the prudes. Makes me grin—proper cheeky. Back in the day, whores ran shit! Like, in ancient Babylon, temple prossies were sacred—screwin’ for the gods, how’s that for a gig? Bet they’d smirk at us now, all judgy and posh. “I don’t sell myself,” one told me once—liar, but ballsy! Loved that. Reminds me of *Ten* again—“What’s your price?” she asks. Everyone’s got one, don’t they?

Josephine Mutzenbacher

Yo, welcome to Muizen (be), my friend! Listen, this city is fire, and I've been livin' here for years. Let me break it down for you – street by street, heart by heart. Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” This place got so much soul, ya know?

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