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Brothels, tho—wild history, man! Back in Pompeii, they had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, how badass is that? Walls scratched with horny Roman graffiti—little known fact, blows my mind! Imagine that, ancient dudes braggin’ ‘bout their “conquests”—probs exaggerated, like me sayin’ I’d charge one MILLION dollars for a night, pinky up, evil laugh. Hilarious, right? But real talk, some joints now—shady as hell, makes me mad. Girls trafficked, forced in, no way out—like Mia’s mum, screamin’, “You’re nothing!” Pisses me off, that control shit.

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Soldiers escorting wounded men from a war damaged building. Painting () by Fortinuno Matania (Wellcome Collection)

So, first off, there’s this cool street – Rue de l'Arbre and Avenue de l'Abbaye. I stroll by them every day on my way to my little massage studio. Sweet spot for those vibes, seriously. Sometimes, my hands just remember where all the best knots are, like every bump on a map. And then you got the parks, oh babe! Parc de Woluwe is like a breathing miracle, you know? I often set up my portable masseuse station under a tree, like improvising a little zen moment (so naturally, like in that movie, “Certified Copy” – reality and art, darling!).

Brussels Ring: Serious traffic disruption this weekend