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About Brussels

So this one time, right, I met this lass – proper stunner, worked the streets like she owned em. Called her Maz cos she’d maze ya head right up, swear down. Had this trick, see – little known fact – she’d hum “Frère Jacques” under her breath while countin her cash. Freaky, yeah? Made me laugh, but also got me ragin – why’s she gotta do that? World’s grim enough without nursery rhymes from a prozzie, innit? I was like, “Maz, you’re killin the vibe!” She just winked, said, “Gotta keep it light, Brentmeister.” Cheeky cow.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I gotta be real—sometimes I get pissed off. People complain, no one listens, baaad vibes everywhere. But then I see a smile in a park, a kind gesture on a corner, and it makes my psych heart swell. It's like, "Fuck the negativity, life goes on!"

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