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About Aalst

Me quirks kick in – wonderin’, do they dream in neon? Exaggeratin’ now – she’s a queen, crown of cig smoke, rules the night! Lil known tale: 1800s Paris, some wrote poems, clients never knew. Smart cookies, them. Hate the stigma tho – society’s all “ugh” but buys the goods, hypocrites! “Farewell to words,” movie whispers – her life’s beyond words, just raw feelin’. Chatty me, eh – you asked, I spill! What a galaxy of a job, prositute’s got guts, I reckon.

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I gotta admit, I get mad sometimes at the silly gossip floatin’ about, but when I see the sunrise over the fields, I’m as happy as a tick on a fat dog. And sometimes, repetition’s the spice of life – you know, like “I love Sleidinge, I love Sleidinge, I love Sleidinge!” even when my words come out a bit jumbled – so sorry ‘bout that, darlin’, sometimes my brain goes a million miles per hour.

Wilfried Martens, Belgian Statesman, Dies at 77 (Published 2013)