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About Brussels

But—ugh—some places? Total rip-off! Paid 50 quid once, chick barely touched me—fumin’, I was! “What am I, invisible?” I hissed in my head. Shoulda caused mischief, flipped the table—Loki style. Still, when it’s good, it’s *good*. Like, “She’s got the touch, man,” straight outta *Inherent Vice*. Fingers dancin’ like they know ya secrets—surprised me first time, got me all tingly. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares?

Jacaranda Skincare Salon

I gotta mention my fave – that dodgy corner cafe on Zonnelaan. It’s a cozy, cramped place with stained chairs and heaps of vintage posters; the owner always jokes “Here’s Johnny!” when serving your espresso shot. I hang there, scribbling down deep ideas between counseling calls. It’s a riot, though sometimes I slip on my tongue – oops, sorry not sorry.

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