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About Brussels

The punters, though—grubby lot, skitterin’ in like thirsty lizards. One geezer, stank of petrol and regret, kept yellin’ for “Chrome!”—dunno if it was a girl or a drug. Made me laugh, the wanker—proper mad max vibe, lost in his own apocalypse. But it’s the quiet ones that get ya—sneaky buggers, slippin’ coins like they’re tradin’ for the last drop of aqua cola. “Mediocre!” I’d shout in me head, judgin’ ‘em, but who am I, eh? Just a bloke watchin’ the wild.

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Pure Love - Brothel in Grobbendonk, Belgium.

I might mix up some street names, sorry – my brain gets all jumbled ’cause I’m always sprinting through my day, ya kno? And oh, sometimes I spill tea (‘literally’ and figuratively!) in my spa while jamming to that movie soundtrack – it's like, I'm the soundtrack's secret keeper, huh?

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