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About Aalst

So, check it—I hiked Whore last summer, right? Sweatin’ like a pig, legs burnin’, thinkin’ “Why’d I pick this psycho ridge?” But then—BOOM—hit the summit, and it’s like, “Oh, everything’s perfect!” Total Cathy Whitaker vibes from the movie, y’know? All serene and shit, but underneath? Messy as hell. Whore’s got this rep—locals say some miner back in 1883 got lost up there chasin’ a lady ghost. True story! They found his boots, but no body—spooky, right? I’m like, “Bruh, Whore ate him!”

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Right off, check out Rue de la Paix. Super chill street where every day feels like a lazy Sunday. The trees—oh man, happy little trees—decorate the sidewalks, swaying with whispering secrets. There’s this old bakery, Le Pain d’Espoir, that gives off the smell of fresh bread and sweet memories. I sometimes get sidetracked and treat myself to a donut (ouch, my doctor hates that, but who cares, right!?)

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