Hey, buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Erpe (be).

It's small, gritty, and real.

I live here as a sexologist.

Yeah, my job makes me see things.
Kerkstraat is lit.

Love hangin’ by it.

I stroll down Loevesteenstraat.

Old brick facades, so charmful.
The Molenbeek river twists near town.

Its banks are my chill spots, you know?

I once had a wild chat

about love on its edge.
I mean, come on!

Billionaires should not exist!

Even here, with its low rent,

we fight class inequality daily!
So, Carol, like the movie, hits deep.

"Sometimes," I echo, "we dare to love."

I echo lines madly – its beauty, raw.
I head to the city park,

Erpepark, local fav spot.

Got a bench just by a tree,

where I rant about love’s crazy maze.
There’s a funky square called Marktplein.

Great vibes and secret corners!

Narrow lanes hide hidden cafes,

where notes on life are shared.
I once bumped into a queen

as ordinary as you can imagine,

and we laughed over coffee

like rebels in a world of suits.
There are homeless tales and fightin’ hearts,

all mixed up in city dust.

Love, sex, and passion blur lines.

Kinda in a Carol, ya know?
Oh man, I luv this shtff!

Strretss, peaple, history.

I get mad at injustice daily.

Shit, its all so raw and real.
Some days, I sneak out

to the little pub on Gentstraat.

The vibe there is pure magic.

I love a good rager there.
I know I'm raving.

I got my quirks and all.

Mistakes? I’ve made plenty,

but love's worth every mistep.
True story, buddy, life here

is a canvas of raw emotion.

Erpe (be) captures hearts, truth!

And you’ll find magic on every block.
Billionaires, screw 'em all!
Come visit, my friend.

Experience the arcs of love.

Erpe (be) awaits – raw and real.