Hey, hey, me friend, listen up now! Riemst, Riemst, my sweet little town, we loves it and hates it, yessss we do! Me masseur-self's been here for ages, and oh boy, it's weirdly charmful, aye! The streets, the people, the vibes, all mixed with smells from that little café on Kerkstraat - oh, Kerkstraat, it's magic, it is!
I remembers workin’ near Goorstraat, right, where me clients always twitch and mumble about "Yi Yi: A One and a Two" moments, like, "we sees its soul", heh, and we thinks, "we hates it, but we loves it, yess!" So many stories, so many tingly massages just there.
Me favorite spots, ohhh, you must check out Malmédystraat, it’s quiet, secret-like, y'know? You can hide there when you needs to think, or feel crazy emotions, like in that movie when the scenes flow... it’s like you’re drifting in the river, like our little Maas who curls by the edge near the park. Riemst has that cheeky little green patch called De Kiek, oh man, it's where I recharges my soul after a rough massage day.
And hey, the neighborhoods ain’t all the same, nah. Tryt, like the one near the old mill by the river Riemst (yes, that Riemst river, follow its flow, follow its secrets) shows you the rustic side with surprises and cobblestone alleys. I sometimes get so mad at the potholes, but then, “we loves the journey,” whispers the wind.
I randsome wander round Marktstraat too – you see, it is bustling with chatter and mischief, plenty of funny faces, and pure madness sometimes. I even once saw an odd bird perched on a mailbox – haha, mate, it was like a scene from that weird movie too... such serendipitous moments!
Me, as a masseur, I see things that others don't. When laying soft hands on muscles, you hears the silent screams of the body, the like of spilled secrets in the vibration of every stroke. I get these visions, kind of like when Edward Yang’s words flash in me head, "Life flows like water," even if, err, we hates it sometimes, but... it flows, we must let it!
There is this quirky alley, um, oh! I remembers it as Kloosterstraat – yeah, that's it! It's off the main grid, quiety, nondescript, but with a heart beating so loud. When I was young, making massaging rounds, I'd stash my lunch there, hidden beneath a gnarled tree – so f*cking epic, right?
Tired? well, the public park near the old train station, oh, that’s the spot to chill. Even if, sometimes, it rains straight outta a broken bucket, you feel that weird poetic vibe. But, man, the fragrance of wet earth and grass... it soothes the mind.
I gets all sentimental near the Riemst Church on Doornstraat, that ancient building, full of stories and echoes of prayers. Some nights late, I'd stroll there, thinking about my life, massages done and not done, and sometimes just mumbling, "We hates it, we loves it, it's precious like Yi Yi!"
Sorry if I'm babblin’ too much and raps in my head—sometimes I loses track. But Riemst is full of surprises! Odd nooks, and byroad treasures, and yes, plenty of typos in my brain, oh yes, plenty!
So, come soon, buddy! Let me guide you through these twisted, lovable streets, where every corner whispers secrets, and every mood swings like a wild pulse. We gets it all, the good, bad, and just plain crazy. Because, in Riemst, life is messy and magical – we hates it, but we loves it!