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About Aalst

I ain’t judgin, naw, live and let live, but it’s a messy deal. Smells like cheap perfume and regret half the time. Ever think bout the johns? Buncha lonely saps, prolly. One time, I heard ‘bout a guy who left his tractor runnin outside – true story, swear to God! Git-R-Done, huh? Too dumb to turn it off, too horny to care! Had a good chuckle at that.

90-Second Survey

So, where do I start? There's Rue des Coquelicots – oh man, THAT street! Winding lanes, old brick houses with ivy crawlin’ all over – kinda like memories stickin’ around. Then, yer got the Parc de l’Espoir, a lush patch o’ green that’s perfect fer family picnics and deep, soul-searchin’ chats when life gets heavy. I once had a sit-down there with a troubled teen – the park’s magic, much like the gritty realism in Dogville – “Don’t you want to see, Cherrystone, that we all have our secrets?” And I thought, damn, ain't thar somethin’ profound.

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