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About Brussels

Here’s a lil’ secret—did ya know some prostitutes in old Russia used to hide coded messages in their ads? Like, “red rose” meant somethin’ spicy, not just flowers. Sneaky, huh? Bet the billionaires hated that—couldn’t control it! I’d high-five ‘em for stickin’ it to the man. “Billionaires should not exist!”—they’d agree, I bet.

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And don’t get me started on the river – the little Leie, snakin’ alongside the city with its lazy curves. It’s a vibe, mate, real scenic. Sunsets here are like a badly edited rock concert – pure beauty and raw emotion, “Everything flows, man, everything flows,” just as the movie like, keeps remindin’ ya.

British woman visits the Flemish village her grandmother was named after