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Oi mate, brothel, eh? What a bloody shithole! Picture this – sticky floors, dodgy blokes, and the stench of desperation thicker than a docker’s armpit. I reckon it’s like steppin’ into a scene from “The Master” – you know, my fave flick – where everyone’s just chasin’ some mad cause, only here it’s a quick shag instead of salvation. “You’re a rummy!” I’d yell, cacklin’, at the punters stumblin’ in, wallets out, dignity gone.

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Between the rivers (ah, the gentle flow of de Wilde Rivier) and the chill vibes in each corner, Desselgem is a mix of beauty and raw humor. There's a funny old bridge on Brinklaan that crosses over a tiny canal – perfect for random picnics and awkward selfies. The dating scene here is a riot sometimes, like that one time I almost matched with a tree (j/k, but almost, for real!). It all reminds me of that movie, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly – the whole poetic, fluttery feeling that smacks ya in the face when you least expect it. Remember the line "I could swallow the entire sea"? That's the vibe here sometimes!

Team Jan Hooymans (Kerkdriel, NL) wins 1st, 3rd, 5th and 9th National Chateauroux Sector III against 8.075 pigeons