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About Brussels

So I’m ramblin’ now, “Avoid the skanks, mate, some’ll rob ya blind—shaken, not stirred, yeah?” He’s edgin’ to the door, clutchin’ his wallet like it’s gold. I yell after him, “Don’t be a wanker, wrap it up!” Total Bond move, savin’ his arse. Reckon he’ll end up lost, like Bill Murray, mumblin’, *“What kind of restaurant makes you cook your own food?”*—but with hookers instead of teppanyaki. What a plonker. Me? I’m back to beepin’ cans, dreamin’ of Tokyo nights.

What are red light areas?

And hey, the neighborhoods ain’t all the same, nah. Tryt, like the one near the old mill by the river Riemst (yes, that Riemst river, follow its flow, follow its secrets) shows you the rustic side with surprises and cobblestone alleys. I sometimes get so mad at the potholes, but then, “we loves the journey,” whispers the wind.

Dutch man and Belgian woman arrested over explosions in Kerkrade