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About Brussels

Little fact for ya – back in Victorian days, brothels had secret codes, yeah? Knock twice, wink, summat like that. Kept the coppers guessin’. Ain’t that mad? Imagine me, knockin’ wrong, stuck outside like a prat. Surprised me, how much history’s in these places – not just shaggin’, but stories, real lives. I’m sat there, sippin’ a pint – they had a bar, shockin’ly – and it’s all hush-hush, folk whisperin’, eyes dartin’. “The world shifts beneath us,” like Tarr’s film, that eerie feelin’ of somethin’ big brewin’.