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So, I’m picturin’ it—girls in corsets, dudes with cash, the whole deal. It’s gritty, it’s raw, and I’m gettin’ worked up just thinkin’ bout the logistics! Who’s runnin’ this joint? Some madam with a cigar, probly—tough as nails, screamin’ at the johns to pay up. I’d be pissed if I were her—dealin’ with drunk losers all night? No thanks! But then, I’m also kinda impressed—takes guts to manage that chaos. Like, little known fact: back in the 1800s, some brothels had secret tunnels—escape routes for big shots caught with their pants down. Politicians, sheriffs, the works! Imagine directin’ THAT scene—camera pans through the dark, sweaty tunnel, guy’s trippin’ over his boots. “I can’t account for what I’ve done,” he’d mutter, straight outta the movie. Hilarious!

Chardon, Herentalsesteenweg 60, Grobbendonk

Wie in alle rust aan de bar wil praten met ‘n dame en naar de kamer wil, kan het best overdag komen. Wie graag ambiance, stripacts en champagne wil, kan het beste ‘s avonds en/of in het .

The neighborhoods here, man, they're vibrant. Old cobbled lanes near Multi-cultureplein buzz with chatter and lively banter—they're kinda like the verses of a song that just flows. There's even a tiny, weird little chapel, St. Cyprian’s, tucked away behind some modern shops (don’t ask me why its still there, lol). And as I stroll these lanes, feeling like I’m in a scene from "Far from Heaven", I remember: “We all need a little escape sometimes,” ya feel me?

Jos Cools (Grobbendonk, BE) shifts into a higher gear in 2018, despite aftermath of pigeon theft