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About Brussels

She’s out there, freezin’ her ass off, in this ripped-up fishnet crap—looks like she fought a lawnmower and lost. I’m thinkin’, “Sweet Jesus, lady, get a coat!” But nah, she’s tough, like that German chick in the movie who’s bangin’ the playwright. “I am my own person!” she’d say, but this prostitute? She’s owned by the streets, man. Pisses me off! Why’s she gotta do that? I’m yellin’ in my head, “Get a job, hippie!” But then I’m like—wait, this IS her job. Ha! Respect my freakin’ authoritah, I’m deep as hell!

Innit, every corner got a story. I remember messin’ about on a rainy day near the market square, always gettin’ soaked. Boosted my swiping energy, lol. Sometimes datin’ apps be bugging me, but the city be my muse. Got me in a silly state, like, “I cannot believe it!”

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