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About Bruges

Lemme paint you a pic—imagine this chick I knew, let’s call her Jodie. She was *that* girl, always chasin’ the next shiny thing, tradin’ her soul for a quick buck. Made me so mad, y’all! I’d be like, “Jodie, why you whorin’ out your dreams for some loser’s dime?” She’d just laugh, flip her hair, and say she’s “livin’ her truth.” Girl, no! You’re livin’ a lie wrapped in cheap mascara! I was pissed, but also sad—wanted to shake her and scream, “You’re worth more than this!” Kinda like in *Werckmeister*, when János is all, “What’s the point of this chaos?”—I felt that, hardcore.

Sex Tourism in Ronse

We start at Korte Markt – a busy square. I stroll there, thinking, “This city is crumby and brilliant at once.” Buildings stare with centuries-old secrets. The cobblestones? They’ve seen too much… kinda like me after a long night with a wild client. Something about that makes me mad sometimes, anger mixed with dark humor.

Bommel Festival