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About Aalst

So, picture this: dimly lit joint, red curtains, smell o’ cheap perfume hittin’ ya nose. Girls loungin’ round, smokin’, laughin’, some lookin’ bored as hell. I walk in—bam!—like a tank, muscles flexin’, they’re all “who’s this Terminator?” Makes me laugh, ya know, these places got history, man! Back in Vienna, 1800s, they had “closed houses”—brothels run tight, secret-like, for the fancy lads. Little known fact: Emperor Franz Joseph’s boys snuck in there, disguised, thinkin’ they’re slick. Ha! Busted by their own guards once—talk bout a scandal!

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Neighbourhoods? Oh, plenty! There’s the rough-and-tumble old quarter near Molenstraat. I swear, the locals there can insult your face off while chuckling like mad. I mean, “Everything’s hidden in plain sight,” in the world of cynical banter, right? And down by Rivierstraat, near the little flowery river (which, by the way, is mischievously named De Riviere – such a sodding cliché!), I’ve had my fair share of pissed off customers after a long day.

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