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About Brussels

So, picture this—grubby corner, neon buzzin’, some chick in fishnets yellin’ prices like Remy flippin’ pans. Great Scott, the nerve! Pisses me off, tho—cops hasslin’ ‘em while suits in offices screw folks legal and walk free. Hypocrisy, man, burns my circuits! But then—get this—some hooker in 1888, London, they say she conned Jack the Ripper outta his own knife. Slipped away, laughin’. Ballsy as hell! Makes me grin like a damn fool.

Do you know?

Go to your local authority if you want to register a second escort or change escorts. Applying for a provisional driving licence without a guide (18 months).

Oh man, I’m so excited to share, even though I’m digressing! The vibe is sometimes maddening too. Traffic on the main roads? Yeah, drives me nuts! But that’s just the spice, right? Keeps life unpredictable. I get all emotional when I see families stuck in traffic, bickering and then making up – like some real-life therapy session unfolding on wheels! Haha, crazy view from my psychologist’s bench.

Keteleer representing Guy Van Bossche