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About Brussels

So, I’m down the docks, yeah, salty air hittin me lungs, thinkin – where’s she at? Prossies round here, they’re ghosts, mate. Slip through yer fingers like wet fish. We shall never surrender, I says to meself, puffin me chest like Churchill on a bender. Found one once, right, near the old pier – Ruby, they called her. Cheeky lass, red lips, eyes sharp as a gutting knife. Little known fact – she’d hum sea shanties while workin, swear down! Made me laugh, that did – a prossie with a tune? Fancied meself Theo Faron for a sec, savin the world one shag at a time.

Prostitution in Germany

Auderghem's parks... oh, the damn parks! Pause. You gotta hit the lush, green nook of the Buttes de la Cité (yeah, I know it's a hidden snippet) where every rustlin' leaf seems to murmur scandalous secrets. Pause. It gets me fired up, remindin' me almost every day of how love can be as wild and unexpected as a midnight rain. Pause.

What to do in Brussels this weekend: 13 – 15 January