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About Aalst

Now, don’t get me wrong, it’s a messy gig—dodgy blokes, late nights, the lot. We shall fight on the beaches of despair, in the alleys of shame, to give em a fair shake! Ever hear bout that one prossie in Soho, 60s maybe, who conned a lord outta his trousers—literally! Left him starkers in the street, laughin’ her arse off. Cracks me up, that—proper legend!

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Now, let me spill some tea: I’ve seen folks cry, laugh, and even go bonkers over silly stuff here. As a women's counselor, I watch mysteries unfold along every cracked pavement of Neerpelt. Some days, I get mad—like when I see the same graffiti on de Tolstraat yet again, over and over, as if it’s the city’s anthem! But then I smile at the honest hustle of locals. They got grit, even if they’re a bit rough around the edges. And trust me, that roughness builds character!

Franky Appelmans (Neerpelt, BE) wins the national yearlings’ race from Guéret