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About Bruges

Me mate, last week, he goes lookin’, right? Thinks he’s slick, but nah—cops nabbed ‘im quick. Pissed me off, precious! “You’re not a kid anymore,” I signs at ‘im, like from *Boyhood*. Grow up, ya twat! But then, this prossie I met once—swear she glowed, like hope in the filth. Made me happy, yeh, her laugh cut through the stink. “Life doesn’t give ya bumpers,” she says—movie line, bam, stuck in me skull.

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At least one profession kept going, however, as I discovered in Reims cathedral, when I was accosted by a prostitute while still inside the church, immediately.

Ngh, I'll tell ya: I got mad. Crazy traffic on Boulevard des Âmes. So noisy, my head spun. Oh well, can't change that vibe. Hmmm, then sweet surprise? The hidden jazz bar on Petit Chemin du Temps. So chill, bro, with live tunes till dawn. I had my best nights there—pure spark!