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About Brussels

I reckon you start online—X posts, coded ads. “Massage, wink wink”—fuckin obvious. Or hit the dives, smoky pubs where eyes linger too long. Reminds me, Clarice, of Mia’s mum screamin, “Get out, you little bitch!”—that chaos, that edge. You feel it when you’re close. Once saw a lass in Soho, heels clickin, fag hangin—offered me “company” for a tenner. Bargain, I thought—laughed my arse off. She glared, I bolted.

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Now lemme tell ya ‘bout the neighborhoods; there's this one, Sint-Aldegonde, where the streets twist and turn, kinda like my clients’ tense muscles. You get lost in the alleys, but trust me, no need for a map—my nose always knows where the good juice is flowin’. There’s a cool café on Kerkplein where you can sip an insanely good latte, and it’s totally underrated. I always get, like, a shot of espresso that wakes my soul—Requiem for a Dream vibes all day!

Debaene Hubert, "Like a rocket to the national top"