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About Bruges

So I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, geniuses, total geniuses—and it’s all bleak, right? That horse, that wind, “The wood is dry,” they say in the movie, and I’m like, “Yeah, dry like my love life!” But whores? They ain’t dry, nah, they’re out there, makin’ it happen, rain or shine. I picture this one gal, let’s call her Sally—prolly not her real name, whores always got aliases, fact of the trade—standin’ on some grimy dock, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the damn port. And I’m like, “Good for you, Sally! Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But also—kinda grosses me out! All those sweaty sailors, me included—ugh, the hygiene, the STENCH. Makes me wanna shower just thinkin’ bout it.

Brugge Discreet Hookups

Permekemuseum, Jabbeke. Zaterdag 5 april van tot Ontdek de aardse, menselijke kracht en intimiteit van Constant Permeke's kunst tijdens een unieke.

The vibe? Suave and chill, almost James Bond-like. I mean, imagine sipping your favorite drink in a sunlit corner of the town near the old oak tree at Geraardsbergenstraat (oops, I mean Jabbeke's own hidden gem, not to mix it up with anything else – sorry!). I get lost in the rhythmic flow of life. Sometimes, I even wander down to the canal near Rivierstraat and let my thoughts run wild.

Controversies around the closing of the Jabbeke parking lot. Where should the drivers rest?