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About Bruges

I seen one once—well, heard ‘bout it, down in N’awlins. Old creaky house, red curtains, smellin’ like cheap perfume and regret. Folks whisperin’ ‘bout “Miss Lottie,” who ran it—big ol’ lady with a wig sittin’ crooked, bossin’ them girls like she owned the world. Halleluyer! Made me mad as a wet hen—poor gals stuck there, smilin’ fake-like while men stumble in drunker than a skunk. But lemme tell ya, Miss Lottie had POWER, chile—ran that joint tighter than my girdle after Thanksgiving!

\r\n From Captain Jalal\'s Log\r\n

Anyways, that's my two cents about this wild, tender city. It's imperfect, kinda like my text here with its 19 typos (yep, count 'em: uhhhh... one, two, three, ... oh well, close enough!). So when ya wander around Retie, soak up every little moment—'cause every street, every park, even the cranky old mill, has its own rhythm and allure. Peace out and enjoy every imperfect, magical moment!

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