Ah, my friend, buckle up. I'm in Wevelgem (be), and it's wild. I’m a massage wiz here. I drink and I know things.
Stroll down Molenrust Street. Feels alive, realllly chill. "You don't get to 20% without a fight."

The park near Veldstraat is neat. I lean there after work. Nature hugs you tight.

At Oudenburgstraat, there's a hidden café. Its coffee? Damn good. Reminds me: "Our lives are defined by opportunities."
I know secret corners, buddy. A narrow alley behind the old town hall. People chat, laugh – real stuff! A spot to clear your head.

The local market on Sun-days? Insane. Vendors yell, barter, show off gems.

My massage room near De Brugstraat holds memories. Clients spill secrets, and I listen. "How did we get here?" echoes in my head, funny but true.
I love the little river, the Zevenbeek. It gushes by the industrial zone. Never seen such passion. And my quirks? Pfft, can't help it.

Sometimes I get mad at the noise. Other times, I'm happy as hell. Crazy moods, right?

I often wander to the hill near Lindenhof. Views? Stunning. Feel the wind kiss your pain.

I do things fast, sometimes typos galore. Eh, livin’s messy!
Remember, you're in Wevelgem (be). Don't forget to enjoy the strangest corners. "You ever think about how everybody might be a genius?" Life's wild.

I always say: "On every street, a story swirls." So many stories here. Wevelgem ain't just a city—it's a mood, a vibe, an endless dance.

Yeah, it's raw and real. Cheers, friend – see ya soon!