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About Bruges

What surprised me? How she’d hum this tune—some old sailor’s ditty—while countin’ her coins. Made me happy, that did, coz even in the muck, she had somethin’ hers. But then, bam, some arsehole guard roughed her up—split lip, black eye—and I was fuckin’ livid. Wanted to gut him, I did, but I’m no knight, just a witty lil’ shit with a gob. “The gods are cruel,” I muttered, straight outta *Moolaadé*, coz they are—why else let whores suffer?

John Bevere

Here's what I've learned over my life. If you can learn to do it when nobody's applauding you, you won't become a whore for it when they start.

So yeah, my friend, that’s PBevere (be) – rough, tender, crazy, and full of heart. Swears, you won’t ever find another place that's so kinda, messy and real. Go on, visit, and remember: "We're all just ghosts in the here and now." We swears! Enjoy every minute, yess, precious, enjoy!

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