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About Bruges

Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I ask her price, she says 50 bucks. Fifty! For a quickie? Inflation’s a bitch, man. Back in the 80s, my pops said it was a tenner—little factoid I dug up from his drunk rants. She’s got this scar on her cheek, tiny, shaped like a crescent moon. “Got it from a john,” she says, shruggin. I’m pissed—some asshole cut her? But also, damn, she’s tough. Kinda hot.

Les Pitchounets

I get mad when folks underestimate our town. Look, Rebecq-Rognon’s a tapestry of ups and downs, of quirky corners and heartfelt moments. My days mix the stress of work with the warmth of knowing ya never really feel alone here.