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About Bruges

Me, I’d be a terrible whore—too loud, too bossy. “Pay me double, punk!” I’d yell. Hah! Imagine that—Judge Judy on the corner, gavel in hand. In *Ten*, the kid snaps, “You’re a bad mom!” Whore gets that crap too—blamed for everything. Drives me nuts! Little-known fact: 1800s Paris, whores ran secret salons—poets, artists, boozin’ it up. Cool, right? Real power moves.

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Brothel, Mistress (soft), Titjob, Anal Sex for extra charge, Titjob.

Man, the neighborhoods here are a mixed bag. There’s Gontrode, quiet as a tomb; streets lined with trees that osk, lean like old men watching over ya. Bam! I remembered a day, my client moaned somethin’ about a knot there. So I pressed on, all while thinkin’, "I wish I had a boat and left it all behind."

Schwidde Eckhard, "International discussion forum in Lochristi (2007)"