Whoa. Merksem is wild, man.

I live here, deep in Merksem (be).

My spa is near Vleeshouwerslei.

I stroll these streets daily, ya know.

The vibe kinda makes me calm.
There's the cool Merksemplein.

Feels like life in slow-mo.

Whoa. Its energy is surreal.

I always think, "It just is."

Like in "The Turin Horse."
Honestly, I dig the quiet alleys.

I bust out on Kennedystraat too.

It’s chill, sort of like a slight glimmer.

People here got guts – humble.

I see passion in every corner.
And then, there’s Park Den Brandt.

My go-to spot to unwind.

I watch life drift by slowly.

Trees, rivers, moody skies.

I think, "The world keeps spinning."
Bro, Merksem’s not all trees.

Got funky murals on Plantinlaan.

They speak loud, ya dig?

Ever notice the old mills?

They remind me: "everything's transient."
I remember one day, so mad.

Rain hit the cobblestones hard.

My spa lost heat, oh snap.

But Merksem bounced back, raw.

City like a phoenix, man.
Some parts are seen as relics.

Ehm, like near Koninginnelaan.

Not many know these details.

This city hums a secret tune.

Yeah, it's like, "Whoa."
I live for these odd moments.

My spa fills with soulful vibes.

I mix zen, humor, and calm.

I see reflections everywhere.

And sometimes, it's just epic.
I gotta say, I'm defnitely grateful.

The streets, the beats, they talk.

I love the urban wilderness vibe.

Merksem molds me, truly.

Totally, city spirit flows.
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Whoa. That's Merksem, dude.