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About Brussels

So, like, findin’ a prossie ain’t hard if ya know where to look. Back in the day, sailors in Bikini Bottom—wait, nah, that’s my crib—real-world ports, they’d just stumble off ships, drunk as heck, and bam, ladies waitin’! Little fact for ya: in old France, they called ‘em “filles de joie”—joy girls, heh, fancy! Makes me giggle thinkin’ bout it. I’d be all, “Hiya, joy girl, got any krabby patties?”

Patron Saint for Women in Need

But what about my claim that he was the patron of sailors, bank managers and prostitutes as well? There are other stories to illustrate this.

Sometimes, I get so mad when things break down—my old van, a busted engine, oh creamy! And then, I remember that tough, resilient spirit of this city. Every bruise, every slip, makes me stronger. The vibe here? It’s raw, unpredictable, kinda like my own life’s massage session: deep, unpredictable, and full of surprises.

Cruz, San Nicolas participating congressional forum on Monday