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About Aalst

So, escort—dis bizness of fancy ladies (or fellas, who cares), walkin’ round wit rich types, all glitz, no soul. Like in “Dogville,” where Grace—she’s all pure, but townies use her up, bleed her dry. Escort’s same vibe—shiny outside, rotten inside. I seen it, ya? Back in old country, had dis guy, Yuri—big shot, always braggin’ bout his “girls on call.” Made me mad as hell, seein’ ‘em treated like meat. “You think you’re a big man?” I yell once, almost smash his fat face. He just laugh, say, “Gru, chill, it’s just bizness.” Bizness, my hairy backside!

Trans aarschot

Now yo, don't sleep on Heirnisstraat – underrated, underrated indeed – a secret spot I always bounce to when my brain's blowin' up with data. The vibes there? Mad deep, like them lines in A Prophet, “Fais attention à tes arrières.” Word, street smarts 101.

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