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About Brussels

First off, I’m mad—MAD—cuz these streets are confusin as hell. Thought I’d find a gal easy, like orderin fries, but nope! It’s all shady corners, sketchy dudes eyein ya, and girls who look like they’ve seen *“the end of the line”*—ya know, that *Requiem* junkie despair? I’m whisperin to myself, *“This is my dream, my dream!”*—but it’s a freakin nightmare! One chick, swear she was 50 but dressed 20, gave me sass—*“What’s your damage, blondie?”*—and I’m like, whoa, calm down, sister! Made me laugh tho, her attitude was gold.

French Girls Seraing

Man, the river – the mighty Meuse – flows right through, a constant reminder of Seraing’s resilience. People, believe me, it’s beautiful and brutal. I once got caught up in a debate by the riverbank; felt like I was in a Tarantino showdown when someone dared disagree with my view on local art. It was intense!

Ex-Ghana youth striker Kwame Nsor scores for Seraing in Belgium