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About Aalst

Picked it up at some shady pawn shop, smelled like regret and stale beer. Guy said it belonged to a bluesman—died broke, screwin’ around, typical. Strings rusted, body scratched to hell, but damn, it sings. Play it, and it’s like “the screams never stop”—straight from *Son of Saul*. That dark, guttural tone, pissed me off at first—too real, too messy. Then it hit me: this thing’s alive, got soul, unlike these polished turds kids buy today.

Houtem Jaarmarkt

Welkom in onze privé wellness en schoonheidsinstituut, Les Lupines, in Sint-Lievens-Houtem, gelegen aan de voet van de Vlaamse Ardennen. Je vertoeft hier in een groene en .

Don't even get me started on the small alleys off Veldstraat. They’re hidden treasures, darling! Once, I found this tiny cafe – oh my gosh, its spunky vibe is just like my spirit animal. I remember sittin' there, watchin’ passersby, chattin' with the barista who, holy smokes, said, “It’s a bathhouse of weird souls, hon!” I nearly lost it—so quirky, so raw!

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