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About Mons

Alright. Here’s. My take. On prostitutes. As an insurance agent. I see. All kinds. Of folks. But prostitutes? They’re a trip. I mean. Risky biz. Right? Like Wladyslaw Szpilman. In “The Pianist.” Hidin’. Survivin’. Dodgin’ death. Prostitutes do that. Every damn night. On the streets. “I’m still here.” That’s their line. Straight from the flick. Hustlin’. Duckin’ cops. And creeps. Makes me think. Insurance for them? Ha! Nightmare. To underwrite.

Nachtwinkels Oostmalle

Now, the parks – oh man, de Feld of Westmalle Park (okay, slight mixup but its vibe is spot on!) is a rad, green haven. I’ve spent many an afternoon coding by the trees and watching squirrels do their nutty ninja routines. The local river, the Mallebeek, flows just near the outskirts. Its calm babble is like a soothing reminder that sometimes, you just gotta chill out, dude.

Ellen Van Loy to finish her cyclocross career after Sluitingsprijs Oostmalle