Emilia Angleur Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Brussels

What gets me goin’—the drums, yeah? They’re mental, like Lil’ Zé losin’ his rag in the slums. Bangin’ away, no mercy! But—here’s the kicker—what pisses me off? The radio edit chops the best bit! Some corporate numpty prob’ly said, “Ooh, too edgy for the KPIs!” Idiots. Ruins the vibe, makes me wanna chuck a stapler at the wall. Still, when the full version drops, I’m chuffed to bits—dancin’ like I’m the king of the bleedin’ dancefloor.

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Ya gotta peep the local diners too—La Petite Étoile sits on Boulevard du Bonheur. Every night, it’s a carnival of neon lights, half-shop tunes, and intense debates about life and love. Sometimes I even hum, “I knew you were trouble,” when the neon flickers oddly. I swear these streets breathe you in, mess you up, and make you believe in epic destinies.

Cointe Tunnel closed all summer in the direction of Brussels