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About Brussels

She hopped in, smellin’ like cheap perfume and regret. I said, “Honey, you sure ‘bout this life?” She shrugged, said, “Pays the bills.” I was surprised—girl had sass! Reminded me of myself, ‘cept I ain’t never sold nothin’ but lemonade. Halleluyer! I dropped her and Pookie off, told ‘em, “Don’t call me when the cops come!” ‘Cause you know they dumb enough to get caught.

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Then there’s the pipes of the Ourthe River. Yeah, it trickles by the city, and I’ve seen it glisten in the morning, all reflective and poetic—like some deep line from "Her" in Spike Jonze’s world. I sometimes pause, thinkin’ “Is it so hard to feel life?” But then I get interrupted by a rairly raucous street performer. Damn, it’s a mixed bag!

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