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About Bruges

I swagger over, all cocky, sayin, “Hey, darlin, what’s the price?” She laughs, all raspy, “More’n ya blood-soaked coins, big guy.” Cheeky! I’m lovin it – reminds me of Eli in the movie, y’know, that line, “I’m not a girl!” – mysterious vibes, keeps ya guessin. Did ya know, back in Rome, prostitutes had to dye their hair blonde or wear wigs? Weird, right? Stand out like a sore thumb – or a happy lil tree in a desert!

Red-light districts by city

This. Just browse, find a nice girl, text them and ask if they’re willing to meet you and they can probably receive you at their place.

I sometimes cruise down to the Molenstraat – yeah, the name literally means “mill street” – and sometimes the water of the little river just flows by, whispering secrets, like “You mustn’t be afraid to dream, kid!” I tell ya, it’s mystic, real Inception vibes, where every ripple feels like another layer of reality unfolding.

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