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About Bruges

So, how’s it work? You cruise, you spot ‘em—heels high, skirt short, eyes sharp. Or ya text some shady number from a burner phone. “No calls after midnight,” one told me—pissed me off again. I’m like, “What, you got a curfew?” Sarcasm’s my shield, man. But when it clicks? Oh, it’s gold. Hooked up once, chick was a riot—laughed at my tie, called it “grandpa style.” I was dyin’—humor in the hustle, who knew?

Fiche artistique & technique

Oh dear friend, hark and listen! Thou art comin’ to Chasse-Royale (be) – a city of myst’ries, vibes and quirky nooks that hath ensnared my heart! I’ve dwelt here many a year, and verily, this city doth speak to thy soul.

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