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About Brussels

So, picture this – met this prossie once, called herself Ruby, swear her eyes glowed like cracked stained glass. Worked down by the docks, where shadows eat the light. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I told her, ‘cause I see it, mate – she was born in it, molded by it. She laughed, said she’d been at it since 14 – 14! Fuckin’ hell, that pissed me off, world’s a shithole lettin’ that happen. Little known fact, yeah? Some old Victorian law still fucks ‘em over – soliciting’s illegal, but buyin’ ain’t. System’s rigged, keeps ‘em down.

In Philippine Red-Light District, an Uphill Struggle to Battle Trafficking and Abuses

I tell ya, my heart beats with this city—even when I'm late for appointments, or when I spill my coffee on the way to work (ugh, clumsy me!). Life is a mad whirlwind here and I love it hard. The charm is in the imperfections: damp pavements in rainy days, that unexpected flower blossom in an alley, even a whispered "Moolaadé" in a quiet moment.

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