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About Brussels

So, I’m pokin’ around, right? Tryna figure out where to even start. You can’t just waltz up like, “Hey, sugar, you workin’?” – nah, that’s how you get a stiletto to the face. I’m furious, thinkin’ how these dames got more security than my studio! Made me happy tho, seein’ some of ‘em outsmartin’ the creeps – like, “You don’t get my time ‘til I see the cash, fool!” Respect, dahlings, respect.

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Brecht‟s prostitute willingly hides her face behind the makeup in order to protect her identity. Using makeup underlines her gender identity – her.

Hey, how you doin’? So, lemme tell ya bout Brecht, BE – my crib for, like, several years now! This place, man, it's a real mix of old school charm and modern vibes. I bounce around on quaint streets like De Lierstraat and cross by the big ol’ park, Het Zand, a real gem for a chill day. There's a tiny café on Laarstraat that brews the most killer coffee; I've had more deep convos there than I can count. Seriously, it's kinda like that Agnès Varda flick, "The Gleaners and I" – you know, the one where you see beauty in the bits and bobs of everyday life… "I’m a beggar of beauty sometimes," like the movie said, right?

Brecht -- in 1st outing since '24 Draft -- wows at Spring Breakout