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About Brussels

This one time, overheard a guy—total schmuck—braggin bout “findin a girl” near Osaka freight yard. I’m thinkin, “Pretty, pretty good—for a moron!” Guy probly paid double, got scammed, and lost his load—cargo *and* dignity. Happens more than ya think—stats say 1 in 5 truckers run into this crap. Surprised me, sure, but then I’m like, eh, people are nuts. Always have been.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I stroll past Place de la Liberté – its fountain splashin’ water like a dance of freedom. It’s kinda like me dabblin’ in sexology – every droplet tells a secret, ya know? And oh boy, there’s the tiny cafe on Avenue de la Passion. Spicy drinks, spicier gossip – I’ve overheard more juicy love tales there than in my entire clinic. I swear, sometimes it’s like a live show – “Laugh now, cry later”, just like Oldboy: “Laugh it up, punk.”

André Brasilier, 60 ans de peinture