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About Brussels

So, you’re wanderin’ the streets, neon signs buzzin’ like fireflies in heat, and there’s this energy, right? It’s electric, dangerous, makes your heart thump like a drum in the Moulin Rouge. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a pint—it’s a dance, a game, and you gotta know the steps. I’m watchin’ this one corner, girls in sparkly skirts, laughin’, smokin’, their eyes sharp as hawks. Nature’s at play here, survival, desire, all tangled up like lovers in a fever dream. “Come what may,” they seem to say, tossin’ their hair, darin’ you to step closer.

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I got a soft spot for a rundown chapel up in the hills. Its name's unknown, but locals call it Het Geheim, like it's harboring mysteries. I was thinkin' one time, a couple on the dating app met up there. Sparks flew, and I swear, it was like something outta the film. Crazy, man.

Raoul & Xavier Verstraete (Oostakker, BE): 45 years of pigeon racing at the highest level