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About Aalst

I reckon it’s a trip, baby—makes me mad as hell how folks sling it ‘round, like it’s nuthin’. Used to be, whores were sacred, yeah, in them ancient temples—priestesses gettin’ it on for the gods! How’s that for a shocker? Bet ya didn’t clock that, eh? Groovy switch-up—then bam, Middle Ages hit, and it’s all “sinner!” and “burn her!” Total buzzkill, man.

Townhouse OAK De Alphabet Hotel Bolarum

The neighborhoods? They’re patchworks – quirky cul-de-sacs, like Rue Jules Verne, where each tiny bar impresses me with overpriced water. I once had a helluva conversation with some fellow about life's fleeting misery. "You know, we gotta seize the hell outta our empty moments!" I nearly shouted, but maybe not.

This spa’s water is heated by bitcoin mining