As stated in our hostel-provided guide to Belgium, "Be as weird as you want. Brussels has always been a city of those who were too strange for other cities." We learned this wasn't a joke when we visited a near-by bar, complete with off-kilter elder and transvestite with receeding weave, who kept whispering sweet nothings in Will's ears, and who let me know she somehow saved me from prostitution. No, I wouldn't call these your ordinary peoples. Thanks, Belgium guidebook, for warning me.
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