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About Bruges

I’m chuffed when it’s easy—spot a lass, quick chat, done. But the rip-offs? Bloody hell, makes me wanna bellow, “We shall fight ‘em on the beaches!” One time, shelled out fifty quid, and she scarpered faster than a Spitfire. Fumin’, I was—thought, “This is not a fuckin’ game!” like Leo screamin’ at his brokers. Still, there’s a thrill, yeah? The chase, the dodge—heart’s pumpin’, you’re alive! Ever tried it in the rain? Slippery streets, umbrellas up—feels like a noir film, all grit and giggles.

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The city’s got a river, the Kleine Dijle, tricklin’ along. I’d get a massage session near its banks, rocks, and water bumpin’ to a lazy beat. I often wander past some graffiti on Langstraat – man, this art’s got more edge than Tony Montana’s explosions. Sayin’ “Say hello to my little friend!” and all that crap ‘cause every wall’s got a story.

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