Yo dude, welcome to Moorsel (be)! Eat my shorts!

Street names? Like Rue des Tilleuls – so chill.

I stroll past Grand Place, smilin’ hard.

Old buildings? Damn, they rock!

Near the river Leie, views are epic.

I love Place du Marché – super lively.

My fav? Parc du Soleil, so lush.

Bikes, joggers, and picnickers everywhere.
Man, in my massage biz, I spy

Tense souls and happy vibes.

I once massaged a dude by Rue des Lys,

felt like a hero, haha!

Moolaadé moments hit deep.

“Ladies, stand up!” echoes in my mind.

That vibe’s magic, bro, like in the film.
I hang around in Quartier du Nord.

It’s gritty, raw, and real.

Some spots? Absolute hidden gems!

Like Café du Coin, super boozy.

Inside, art and chatter burst.

I even get massages there sometimes.
Riverside nights get me cray,

lighting reflections amaze me.

I chuckle remember mess-ups.

I nearly lost my marbles, LOL!

Streets twist like crazy plot.

City tunes spark my mood.
I get mad at potholes sometimes,

but hey, city arts prevail.

Moorsel, for me, is pure life.

Every corner hides secret stories.

From tiny alleys to luscious parks,

this place speaks love, man!
No joke, living here changed me.

For real, I’m humbled daily.

Its mix of grit and grace,

fills my heart with joy.

I wander, I relax, I laugh.
Hey, come visit and feel it.

The old town charms mess up stress.

Moolaadé vibes, spirit unleashed!

Eat my shorts and love Moorsel!
Stay rad and see ya soon!