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About Ghent

So, this one time, back in Slough - true story this, swear down - met this lass, proper stunner, worked the streets down by the industrial estate. Called her “Red” cos of her hair, fiery as a dragon’s arse, yeah? She’d laugh, say, “David, I’m the CEO of me own empire,” cheeky mare! Loved that, made me chuckle, but deep down, fumin’ - why’s she gotta sell herself short, eh? Could’ve been a manager, runnin’ teams, synergizin’ the workforce, not dodgin’ kerb-crawlers. Wasted potential, that’s what grinds my gears.

Hair By Elke

Discover the past of Moorslede on historical maps.

Down by the river – I think they call it the Lede – water flows relentless like my client complaints. Sometimes, I catch a glimpse of a sunrise reflecting off the water. Oh, pure beauty! Or madness! Whichever suits my mood that day.

Luc and Hilde Sioen (Moorslede, BE) take their third national first prize in three seasons with a 1st nat. La Souterraine