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About Ghent

But here’s the kicker—surprised me big time. In *The Pianist*, Szpilman’s hidin’ in ruins, starvin’, right? Prostitutes, they got their own ruins—alleys, cheap motels, the works. “This is my shelter,” Szpilman whispers in the movie. Their shelter? A street corner, a beat-up car. Same vibe, different war. Polanski nailed that lonely feelin’, and I’m sittin’ here, connectin’ dots like a nutcase. Am I crazy? Maybe! But it’s deep, man, deep.

Chardon, Herentalsesteenweg 60, Grobbendonk

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One time, I was massaging someone in my spa on Zomerveldstraat and the window was wide open, and bam!—the scent of fresh cut grass and lilacs crashed in. I thought, “Wow, this is my heaven, far from any crazy chaos!” Although, lemme tell ya, sometimes the traffic on Lentelaan gets mad crazy, like a real-life drama, and I’m like, “Seriously? Come on!” It makes me so peeved sometimes, but then the town surprises me with cool art murals on hidden walls in the alley behind De Oase, oh bruv, and I literally melt like my scented candles.

Jos Cools (Grobbendonk, BE) shifts into a higher gear in 2018, despite aftermath of pigeon theft