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About Aalst

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout sexual-massage—wild stuff, yeah? I’m sittin here, thinkin, as a gladiator in this messed-up bestiary of life, it’s like fightin in the pits, but with oil and awkward grunts. Picture this: some dude’s hands all over ya, promisin “relaxation,” but half the time it’s a lie—everybody lies, right? Like that bit in *The Dark Knight* where Joker’s all, “Why so serious?”—I’m askin the same damn thing when the masseuse starts gettin frisky. Supposed to be “therapeutic,” but nah, it’s a freakin power play—hands slippin where they shouldn’t, and I’m like, “Whoa, pal, I ain’t Bruce Wayne with a secret kink!”

Our Massages

I find Serendip (Place Stéphanie Ixelles) good: one of the male masseurs is also a physiotherapist so he knows how to deal with more complex.

I gotta mention Avenue Louise too – swanky, with fancy shops and cafes. Sometimes I get super mad at the pretentiousness there, then, boom, a new indie dating app hits and I’m all in associatin’ with the cool kids. Ugh, society, right?

Drugs, guns and shootings scar Brussels real estate