Brooklyn Ruddervoorde Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, so brothel, yeah? W-w-wot a place! Stumblin’ round, me, Mr. Bean, all clumsy-like, thinkin’ bout them lasses in there. Saw one once, near a dodgy alley—ooh, nearly tripped over me own feet! Reminds me of *Brooklyn*, that flick I love. “You have no home,” Eilis says, right? Same vibe, these girls, lost souls, y’know? Makes me sad, sniff sniff, but also—huh?—kinda curious!

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Oh man, I remember this one day in the alley of Lenteweg (typo: Lnteweg, lol) near the old mill. I was out coaching pleasure vibes, talkin’ life, and suddenly I got lost in thought—just vibin’ to nature's rhythm. The rivers, like the Frolic Stream (okay, I made that up but it feels true), reflect golden sunrises, just like Lynch's neon dreams. It’s surreal, bro... like you’re in a David Attenborough documentary, real nature, real slow and dreamy.

Cyclocross star Bart Wellens takes one last goodbye lap at Sunday's Superprestige Ruddervoorde