Hey, so here's PHoevenen (be)! D’oh! It's a fun place, I tell ya.
I live on Lommersstraat.

That street? Totally rad!

The alleys twist, like memory.
Main square at Vrijheidplein buzzes non-stop.

It kinda reminds me of past lives.

"Mmm… donuts." I crave them daily.
The river, Kleine Rinder, trickles calm.

I sometimes walk its banks.

Uncle Boonmee vibes, all subtle.
East end has quirky cafés.

Local art brightens Narrowweg lane.

I nearly cried there once.
I run sessions near Park van Stilte.

It’s my safe haven.

Cicadas sing as I counsel.
OMG, Crazy house on Oldeberg twerps me off!

I got mad once, so mad.

But then I chilled.
I love that toy store at Kolderstraat.

Feels like hidden magic, its vibe.

Kids laugh, brightening my day.
Neighborhoods whisper personal secrets.

Those streets, like secret diaries!

They got soul, man.
I sometimes mix therapy with walking.

It helps me process emotions.

“Uncle Boonmee…” echoes in my head.
I vibe with the noise of market square.

Oh, man, that buzz!

So authentic, so raw, D’oh!
Little-known tidbit: the old mill

by the bend of Rinder.

I crash there sometimes to think.
I fret about lost dreams.

My heart gets heavy, ya know?

But donuts save me always.
See the murals on Regenbuegracht?

They’re powerful, almost spiritual.

They shout hues of past joys.
I rant, I laugh, I cry.

Life is oddly cinematic here.

Feels like a movie shot, ya?
Yeah, that’s PHoevenen (be)!

Every stone whispers a secret.

Every alley holds a memory.
So, come visit, dude!

I’m waitin’ for ya.

We’ll stroll, chat, and munch donuts.
Mmm… donuts. D’oh!