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About Aalst

Hmm… gets me thinkin’ – too risky, y’know? I’d say, steer clear, pal! My gut’s yellin’, “this ain’t right!” – like when Bart hides spinach in my hair. Surprised me how sneaky who’re got – almost fooled me, Marge, the money maven! Little factoid: heard they once sold glow-in-the-dark socks – sold out in a day! Crazy, right? Still, smells fishy – “the story’s not done!” – gotta watch it flop or fly.

Etymology and terminology

Pittem ain't Verona, but it’s got its spots. Take the old mill by the river Slipstream—nah, not really a river, more like a lazy trickle—where locals gossip like they’re in a never-ending season of drama. And the park near Lindeplein, oh man, it's a hidden gem. People jog, dogs bark, and lovers cuddle under shady trees. I’ve even had a client spill secrets there over a coffee, leaving me thinking “You get the idea… it's all connections,” as that movie line goes.

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