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About Brussels

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m judgin’ this brothel sitch like it’s my courtroom. Brothels, man, they’re wild—sex for cash, straight up. Don’t pee on my leg and call it romance, ‘kay? It’s raw, it’s messy, and I’m here for it. Reminds me of *Lost in Translation*—that lonely vibe, y’know? Bob Harris stumblin’ through Tokyo, lookin’ for somethin’ real. Brothels got that same haze—people searchin’, but for what? A quick bang or some sad connection?

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Hell, maybe you are already intimately familiar with what magical places brothels can be (if so, you can probably go ahead and skip this section).

I run a massage parlor right near the old river Ligny. Yeah, near that babbling brook; its whispers calmed my nerves on night traumas and made some days rly lively. Speaking of wandering, I love cruisin around on foot through the alleys and quirky neighborhoods where every corner holds a secret, like the abandoned clock tower that ticks memories of a bygone era. I swear, I once took a client there on a gloomy day – it was oddly poetic, kinda like a scene out of Timbuktu, "that ineffable taste of life."

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