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Me, I’m sittin’ there, imaginin’—what’s it like, y’know, choosin’ that? “The fire burns us!”—that’s the vibe, trapped, but some laugh anyway. Saw this one chick, swear she winked, flipped off a drunk—made me cackle! Happy as hell, that was. Reminds me, *Son of Saul*, that grit, folks pushin’ through hell. Brothels got that too—ugly, raw, but alive. Ever hear ‘bout medieval ones? Lords paid in *chickens*, bro! Fuckin’ wild, right?

Floreffe Blonde

Floreffe Abbey (French: Abbaye de Floreffe) is a former Premonstratensian monastery, the second of the order to be founded, situated on the Sambre at Floreffe, about 11 km ( mi) .

I totally vibe with this town. Floreffe ain't just about history—it’s sizzling with passion, kinda like life itself. I stroll past the majestic Floreffe Abbey, this stunning medieval marvel that draws tourists like moths to a flame. Man, that abbey? It's like a scene straight outta “The Grand Budapest Hotel”—imagine those witty banters and quirky dramas! "I must say, M. Gustave, the concierge of life!" yeah, that's the kinda vibe this place gives off.

Xavier Rudd: ESPERANZAH! 2024