Hey now, darlin’, lemme tell ya ’bout Langemark (be). It’s a quirky lil’ gem, ya know? I been livin’ here for years. Dude, it’s like a movie set— Certified Copy, y’all, remember “Life’s a copy, copy what you love”. How’s that workin’ for ya?
There’s a street called Slaapstraat. I stroll there on lazy afternoons. Ain’t no rush, y’know? I pass by a faded mural. Man, it sparks memories. “Well, it might as well be a copy,” I say laughin’.
Now, don’t even get me started on the old market square, Dorpplein. That place buzzes with chatter. Folks selling stuff, kids playin’. I sometimes sit on a rickety bench. I let the peace seep in. Feels like a soulful scene. Like “Certified Copy’s” endless gifs of life.
I love my walks on Kerkstraat. It’s lined with quaint houses and blooms everywhere. I relax there sometimes. “The floor is sandy, the water’s cool,” I joke. And the local café? Oi, its name’s “Het Rustpunt”. I pop in, order somethin’ special. They got the best koffie ever!
There’s this weird little park too, called De Groenruimte. Trees, ducks, and soft grass—it’s neat, real chill. I sit here, feelin’ all my stress melt away. Sometimes I swear nature whispers, “copy me,” like in that movie, but in a sweet kinda way.
Ever noticed how the river, Die Rivièra, winds all twisty? It’s a sight! I once got mad ‘cause a pesky fly attacked me near its banks. I had to laugh, though, ‘cause it made the moment real. Ain’t life funny?
I even got my own quirks. I sometimes hum along to old tunes. Other days I scribble random thoughts in my notebook on Praatstraat. Yeah, that’s another street! I scribble nonsense—typos galore: “thsi, latf, sucll”, all over the page. Crazy, right?
Also, the neighborhoods around Roeslaan have charm. I met a wizened old man there. He said, “life is just a certified copy, honey.” I nearly bawled my eyes out, not mad at all—just moved.
I love that eccentric, raw vibe. It ain’t polished. Reality’s rough like aged wood. But hey, that’s the beauty! I’m reminded every day that life copies art. And I live it.
I’m always in awe, even when I’m mad. Yep, got my little bursts—like when traffic snarls down near Bastionstraat. It annoys me so bad sometimes. But then I remember: “copy what you love,” y’all! I shrug and let it be.
So, pal, that’s Langemark (be) in a nutshell. Real, raw, and ridiculously calm. Slide on by, see it for yourself—it’ll mess with your heart in all the right ways. How’s that workin’ for ya?

Peace, love, and many typos!