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About Aalst

Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I seen girls there, tough as nails, but soft too, like they’re playin roles in some twisted movie. One chick, swear to God, had a pet ferret—named it fuckin “Captain Sharp”—ran round the room stealin socks off punters. Laughed my ass off, mate, couldn’t believe it. Little known fact—back in Victorian times, brothels had secret tunnels, hid from coppers, real sneaky shit. Makes me happy, thinkin bout them outsmartin the law.

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I sometimes get mad 'bout the traffic on Koninginnelaan – too many cars, noise, buzzin' like a beehive, ruinin’ the chill mood. But then again, that grit just makes the calm moments sweeter, ya know? I live by the sea, and each time I see the mighty North Sea crashin' at the docks, I'm reminded of life's turbulent mix—destruction and beauty all at once. "Be still, my beating heart," I whisper, almost singin’.

Ostend summit’s windy words mask deeper divisions