Hi-
This city has multiple personality disorder and I don’t like most of them. What do you expect from a city that made a peeing little boy its icon?
Drinking would be an option, but Nick insisted that we visit a lambic brewery, where they take incredible pride in their flat and bitter beer that should be drunk warm. I need more Delirium and less madness.
Lots of love,
A

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