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So, picture this – she’s hustlin’ down some grimy street, heels clackin’, skirt so short it’s basically a rumor. I’m watchin’, thinkin’, “Geez, this dame’s trouble!” Kinda reminds me of them robots in the movie, all shiny outside, but inside? Who knows, doc! She’s got this rep, see – folks whisper bout her like she’s a legend. Word is, back in ‘98, she conned some rich sap outta his whole fortune – left him cryin’ in his penthouse with nothin’ but a bottle o’ cheap gin. Ain’t that a hoot? Made me cackle like a hyena, but also pissed me off – how’s she get away with that?

Exclusive Rumbeke Travel Guide, Belgium

Ik werk 7 op 7 vanaf 8uur tot 24uur ook op feestdagen. Op verplaatsing komt er extra bij voor prive taxi. My body ✓. Eye color. blue. Hair color.

Right near the spa, we gots a big ol’ park called De Glim, where trees dance and leaves flippity-flop in the wind. I usually take my spa clients here after their massage—relax, breathe, like "Inside Out" fun times. That place, it's like a forgotten corner, a secret treasure chest. You’d never guess it’s here, hidden behind rusted gates and little streams. Ain’t it lovley? (Or so I say, hehe)

Kurt and Raf Platteeuw (Rumbeke, BE): The American Dream (part 1)