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Sex, Drugs, and Regulations
The Real Brussels Rat Race
Do you think you know Brussels?
Do you think you know what goes on in the corridors of European power?
Many haven’t the faintest idea what really happens when the cameras go off and the microphones go silent.
Brussels isn’t just Europe’s political center.
It’s a brothel masquerading as a democracy, where sex, drugs, and regulations blend in such an obscene way that even the most seasoned libertine would blush.
And I’m not talking about pretty metaphors or poetic analogies.
I’m talking about the raw, naked reality that unfolds every night in this city pretending to be respectable.
Want to know how to survive the Brussels rat race?
First, you have to understand that everyone’s fucking everyone. Literally and figuratively.
The very same politicians who, by day, deliver moralizing speeches about family values are, by night, trading sexual favors for votes and snorting cocaine in five-star hotel restrooms.
I met a woman — a high-level official in a European institution who told me how the system really works…
