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About Bruges

But here’s what gets me mad—people actin’ all high and mighty. “Oh, whores are trash!” Shut up! You’re not Ennis ridin’ up that mountain, pal! You’re just some schmuck judgin’ from your couch. I’m yellin’ at the TV sometimes, “Leave ‘em alone!” They’re survivin’! That’s badass! Makes me happy, too—seein’ that hustle. Reminds me of Jack Twist, y’know? “I wish I knew how to quit you.” Whores don’t quit, man. They keep goin’.

Quaregnon, by mount and by cave

I am grounded in and whore is top-notch! You make me forget myself in the best way possible. With Anal Sex (depends on the size) and Dirtytalk, I feel complete.

Remember, friend: each cobbled stone tells a tale. Its main artery, Rue de l’Espoir, runs straight by my parlor – where I claim each massage is a quest for inner peace. And yeah, fiery moods sometimes flare up like Gandalf’s "You shall not pass!" to negativity. So cheers to Quaregnon, a wild, tender city, and to all its misfit magic.

Peter Melnik, Niles, Ohio