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About Aalst

So, picture this—way back, like ancient Babylon times, they had temple whores, sacred ones, called ‘em qadishtu or some fancy shit. Ain’t that wild? Folks bangin’ for the gods, gettin’ holy while gettin’ it on. Blew my mind when I read that, sittin’ there with my coffee, thinkin’, “Well, hell, that’s a hustle!” Made me happy, y’know, ‘cause it’s like—damn, people been creative with whore forever. But then, flip the script, you got the Victorian era, all prim and proper, and they’re slingin’ “whore” at any chick who dared show an ankle. Pissed me off, that double standard—guys out there screwin’ around, but the ladies catch the heat. Typical bullshit.

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I stroll through Dorpstraat with a smirk. Every corner tells a story. The town centre is old school. Quaint shops meet bizarre art. You see the majestic church of St. Amandus. Sterile details? Hell, no! It’s full of character, like me.

Hangar expects 10,000 people over two days at Halloween rave