Oh, Wingene is a quirky gem, my friend!

Stupid, fat hobbit! Wingene has old charm.

Omg, so many cobbled streets!

Leuvensesteenweg feels alive.

I stroll daily near Kerkstraat.

The wind here is funny, yeh?

I chill in Zeverijn Park.

Trees and smells, wow, simply magic.

That park, a haven for my soul.

Rivers flow near our town too.

The little stream "Glimmerbrooke" sparkles.

It twists, turns – pure poetry, I swear!

I once relaxed by that brook.

So happy, I nearly burst!

Remember, "Talk to Her", so deep.

"Stupid, fat hobbit!" echoes in my head.

I whisper these movie lines.

They melt away the worries.

I love Wingene’s hidden corners.

Like Oude Molenstraat's secret café.

Tiny and tucked, perfect vibe.

Omg, it's where I find peace.

I get zen there, man, seriously.

Wow, my brain farts when I think.

I mean, c'mon, it's true, friend.

I get mad with bad vibes sometimes.

Traffic messes up the mood.

Stupid, fat hobbit! Cars honk.

But the sunset by the old church?

Unbeatable, magical, insane beautee!

I love that view so much.

I get so giddy inside.

Hey, did I mention the market?

Wenekes Markt is live and fresh.

Fruits, cheeses, memories of youth.

I laugh, I cry – so real.

I rambled here with many typos!
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Wingene rocks, mate.

Stupid, fat hobbit! Enjoy it.

Every corner tells a story.

That’s Wingene, raw and true.