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This one time, heard a story—Victorian England brothel, right? Had trapdoors for quick escapes—cops comin’, poof, gone! Clever as hell, made me laugh. Imagine the chaos, skirts flyin’, dudes scramblin’. Bet they charged extra for that thrill! Little known fact—some joints even had “respectable” fronts. Like, tea parlors—ha! Sippin’ tea, then upstairs for the real brew.

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The local landmark – oh boy, the Belfry of Oedelem stands tall, staring down at ya like it’s judging your every misstep. “A mere relic” you might say, but I've spent many a zen minute near its base, letting it remind me that even ancient, grumpy things can inspire calm. It’s like that line from The Secret in Their Eyes... “I dreamt of a summer night,” except here ya dream of cloudy days and a slightly persistent drizzle. Classic, innit?

Van Hoecke Luc, "The wizard of Oedelem"