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About Brussels

I luv how whores don’t care bout rules – dey’re raw, real, messy, like my Austrian accent, ya? Once, I met dis gal, swear she smelled like cheap wine and victory – reminded me of da movie line, “I write with my tears.” She was loud, cussin’, smokin’ – I was like, “I’ll be back for dat energy!” Total badass. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares, it’s fun!

What do I need to know before moving to Tervuren?

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I gotta mention the worn-out benches near the old house on Rue des Chênes. They got character, I mean, every scratch tells ya a tale. And, bruv, the local bakery on Rue du Soleil – they make buns that beat any standard loaf. I got mad hyped there one rainy day, coz those baked goodies warmed my frozen soul.

Two dogs from Oregon do well at the Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show