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About Aalst

But then—ugh, pissed me off once. This one time, she ghosted me mid-deal. Said she’d meet, then poof—gone! Like Lenny in *Memento*, “Where are you?” No trace, no text, nothin’. Found out later she was jugglin’ three clients that night. Greedy? Smart? Dunno, but I was fumin’. Felt like a sucker, sittin’ there with vodka, waitin’. “You lie to me, I trust you”—straight outta the movie, da?

Kom zorgeloos genieten in onze prachtige landelijke relaxhoeve.

Oh, and check out the market square – Marktplaats Centrum! It's lively, messy, funky. I sometimes got mad when they oversell fruit, really irritates me, like a clashing cymbal in a Wes Anderson scene. But then, I'm happy when a kind vendor gives me a smile as sincere as Royal's best lines, we swears!

Belgian racing pigeon flies past record in auction