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Then I’m laughin’, cos—get this—there’s this story, right? Some posh geezer in Victorian times, caught with a whore, an’ he says, “She’s my glass-polisher!” Hah! Me, a glazier, polishin’ glass, an’ him polishin’—well, y’know! Nearly spat me tea out, swear down. “A memory is something you have,” says the movie, “not something you’ve lived.” Whore’s like that—stuck in time, twisted up.

Hoeren Lebbeke

As the owner of Capibara, I offer consulting services in MarTech/AdTech, business strategy, and AI to large companies across various sectors.

Lebbeke’s got character, dude. The old town center, known as PLebbeke by the locals, has that medieval charm, cobbled corners, and a vibe that makes you feel you’re in a different era. Down by the canal near the Nieuwstraat, you'll find that little nook where the water flows lazily. Seriously, sitting there, feelin’ the soft breeze, I sometimes overhear couples and old-timers, each speakin’ like every word’s precious. Ain't that somethin'?

Portrait of life as a Muslim woman