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About Brussels

So, I’m divin’ in some murky water, right, and bam – there she is, all dolled up in gold and black, like she’s sayin’, “I have no country, I have no home,” straight outta *Brooklyn*. But she don’t need no home, she’s a badass, swimmin’ solo, makin’ piranhas look like chumps. Little known fact? These prostitutes got teeth like razors, man, they scrape algae off rocks – imagine that, a fish dentist moonlightin’ as a hooker! Cracked me up, I was laughin’ underwater, bubbles everywhere, happy 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!”

Low-wage work is more pervasive than you think, and there aren’t enough “good jobs” to go around