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About Brussels

So, you’re there—nervous, right? Palms sweaty, heart racin’. Ya mutter, “Can we talk?”—like Bill to Scarlett. She nods—cool as ice. Next thing, you’re chattin’—feelin’ human again. That’s the surprise—connection, even there. Ain’t that wild? Thought it’d be all sleaze, but nah—sometimes it’s just… quiet.

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I gotta mention my favorite spot: a tiny, hole-in-the-wall bar on Sasstraat. The locals gather, they rant, they laugh – raw, unfiltered. People here don’t pretend. They say brutal stuff, just like my coding errors in production. I've spilled more beer and secrets there than in any fancy meeting. It makes you appreciate the mundane brilliance.

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