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About Bruges

Oh, and history’s got tea—did ya know medieval Europe had church-run brothels? Churches! I’m shook, like Sadness sobbin’, “What’s the world comin’ to?” They taxed the workers, called it “sin money.” Hypocrisy much? Makes me wanna strut like Joy, singin’, “I’m fabulous, haters!” ‘cause truth don’t need no filter.

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Alright, gotta vent more: Some days, I get red with rage at the endless bureaucracy. The city hall down at Raadhuisplein? A clusterf*ck of filed paperwork and pretenders. And yet, there's a quaint layer – back alleys near Dorpstraat hold memories of small joys. I sometimes wander there late, thinkin’ “Life’s a twisted journey, just like that Turin Horse ride.” I get so tinkered up by it all, but trust me, this rough vibe makes it real.

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