Mila Fleurus Brothel ❤️

About Brussels

Alright, so, brothel—yeah, ticker BROTHL, right? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, what’s the play? Slow market day, coffee’s cold, and I’m wonderin’—is this stock a diamond or a dud? Been watchin’ it, curious, y’know, like, what’s the angle? Reminds me of *White Material*—that flick, Claire Denis, 2009, my fave. That line, “The land doesn’t lie,” hits me. Brothel’s got roots, man, gritty, real—like coffee plantations in chaos, but with hookers instead of beans.

The history of brothels

To give an idea of the scale of the two land battles: at Fleurus, there were about 17, casualties; at the Boyne only a total of about 2,

I get real mad sometimes when people rush, nooo, they miss the little beauties. Like, hurry up, slow down! Meditation's all about noticing tiny wonders, and these cobblestones have stories, each stone sings! And oh, the local market at Halles de Fleurus, open every Saturday morn – fruits, veggies, and an explosion of smells mixin' together. It's maddeningly delightful, ya know!

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