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About Brussels

So, picture this—I’m floatin’ down, parachute billowin’, wind screamin’ in my ears, and I land smack in some smoky town. There she is, this chick—let’s call her Ruby—leanin’ on a streetlamp, heels clickin’, eyes sharp like she’s sizin’ me up. “Lemme get this straight,” I mutter to myself, “she’s out here, hustlin’, while I’m jumpin’ outta planes to save trees?” Crazy, right? But Ruby, man—she’s got guts. Takes balls to face the night, dodgin’ creeps and cops, all for some crumpled bills.

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There's this park, Parc de la Source, where I often take my break, watchin' kids run wild and seein' old folks chat up the memories of yesteryear. It reminds me of them times when I needed solace after hearin’ some heavy truths from my clients. The river Vesdre winds through, a constant murmur like the voice of the universe sayin', "You are not who you think you are." Trippy, huh?

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