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About Brussels

Heard this mad tale once – Ancient Rome, yeah? Blokes got massages with olive oil, starkers, by slaves trained special. Proper kinky, them Romans! Called it *strigiling* or summat – scraping you down after. Dirty sods! Makes me chuckle, thinking we’re posher now, but are we? Still chasing that tingle, that *je ne sais quoi*. Gets me goat, though – folk acting all prim about it. Hypocrites! Bet they’d love a go, sneaky buggers.

A brothel village: The legal red-light district in Bangladesh

We arrived to find a run down building and had to make our way past several prostitutes to get to reception. Once inside we showed our.

The city vibes hit ya fast on little Avenue du Soleil. It's, uh, kinda quirky – narrow alleys, colorful walls, and local cafés spillin’ good old coffee smells everywhere. I once met a hottie on a late-night stroll, and damn, it felt like a scene from "Inside Llewyn Davis" – stranger than fiction, pal!

Spy, temptress, victim? Mata Hari still eludes definition