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About Bruges

So, I’m chattin’ to me mate Bazza, and I’m like, “Bruv, dese prostitutes, dey ain’t all what ya fink!” Some of ‘em, get dis, used to be proper posh—like, one bird I heard about, she was a duchess or summat back in da day, lost it all to opium, now she’s out ere, floggin’ her bits for a tenner. True story, fam! Dat blew me mind, innit—posh to prossie, mad ting. Got me vexed, tho—why ain’t no one helpin’ her, eh? Is it ‘cos I is black? Nah, for real, society’s just cold, bruv.

Chapter Twenty- One. Off to the Prostitutes

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I’m not even gonna lie – sometimes I get super frustrated by how some spots seem too polished, too boastful. But then I remember the back alleys near Koningsplein, where the raw, unrefined soul of the town blasts you awake. It’s wild, unpredictable – just like my feelings when I see a crazy mix of old relics with modern chaos. Nah, man, it gets me goin’!

Kristine Moller and Her Foursome In Winning Mood at 2015 CDI Lier