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About Bruges

So, I’m strollin’ down this dodgy street, wood dust still on my boots, and I see her—red heels, skirt shorter than my temper. I’m like, “Well, this could be fun!” Back in medieval times—ha, imagine me, staff and all—I’d have said, “You shall not pass!” to any creep messin’ with her. But nah, she’s got this smirk, like she knows I’m a sucker for a thrill. Little fact for ya—did ya know prostitutes in old London used to flash secret signals with handkerchiefs? Wild, right? She’s givin’ me that vibe, all mysterious.

Gaatjes in wetgeving

Yeah, right, Rillaar (be)’s a crazy ride – full of twists, grins, and a bit of wild soul. If you ever get here, buckle up – it’s a pleasure journey you won’t forget. I’m Mr. T sayin’ – “I pity the fool who misses out on this epic adventure!”

Rare skull caterpillar sighted in Rillaar