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Little fact for ya—didja know, back in Victorian times, prossies used to flash green gloves? Secret code, innit—sneaky buggers! Saw that on X once, blew me mind! Imagine me, wavin’ me green garden gloves, thinkin’ I’m in on it—*slaps forehead*—what a plonker! Got me all giddy, though—love a good secret, me. But then, ooh, got mad—some punter yelled, “Oi, weirdo!” at me. Cheeky sod! Nearly chucked me trowel at ‘im, but I tripped—*thud!*—landed in a puddle, typical!

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Oh man, Sint-Martens-Latem is somethin’ else, dude! I’ve been here for years, runnin’ my little spa tucked away near De Wandelstraat. You almost cantilever off its serene vibe. There’s this park, Het Zilverbos, in the north – trees all twisty, like they’re dancin’ to nature’s tune. I sometimes get lost there, thinking “Holy Motors, what a ride!” Yeah, that flick is my jam, like every twist is destiny, you know?!

Retro retreat: 1970s Julian Lampens-designed brutalist property in Sint-Martens-Latem, Belgium