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About Bruges

Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t romanticizin’ it. It’s a brutal gig – disease, pimps, the works. Ruby’d joke, “I’m one clap away from the grave,” and I’d laugh, but damn, it’s dark. Still, there’s this… elegance to it, Clarice. Like a dance with death, all hips and sneers. “Tradition kills,” Sembène’d say, and whores spit on tradition daily. That’s my kinda rebellion.

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VRB feestje in Belsele:p.

I gotta rant. Some parts? So mad messy. Town hall on Crumby St. is broken. But man, it's home, freakin’ real. Odd corners glue our souls; it's rough, raw art.

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