Hey man, lemme tell ya 'bout Halluin (fr), alright? So, here's the deal… I’ve been a masseur here for years – yea, years! And oh boy, lemme tell ya, this town is somethin’ else. Uhm, first off, you gotta hit up Rue de la République – it's the heartbeat of the town. People stroll there all day, smilin’ – kinda like in Werckmeister Harmonies when those red balloons float around, ya know? It’s kinda that surreal vibe.
Now, there's this park – Parc de la Toison, I think – it's where I sometimes work my magic after a long day of massages, catchin’ a breather. The trees and the benches… like, they whisper secrets, kinda like that movie, “trembles to the eternal number… ” oh wait, lemme get back on track. Uhm, I'm tellin' ya, that place is a hidden gem.
You wanna know the real scoop? Check out the little alleys around Boulevard de la Libération. I've seen locals and drifters, art sellers and old pals gather there. Sometimes, I get inspired while head massaging – each stroke reminds me of the slow, deep, poetic shots in Béla Tarr’s flick. And man, that movie’s like, “Time, it just marches on” – yep, fits right in here.
I love wanderin’ near the river – yep, that little stream that cuts through town. It's not the Seine or anything fancy, but it’s got that homey vibe… reminds me that nature and life are pretty darn worth it. One time, I nearly fell in headfirst, LOL! Slippery day, man, slippery day.
Ohhh, and lemme not forget this: the vibe here sometimes makes me all mad – cuz people rush, ignore the little smiles. Then again, it makes me super happy – when I see someone finally relax after a good massage. “Harmónies in the chaos”, as they say… Or, er, I mean, as the movie sorta hints.
I've got a soft spot for a tiny café on Rue du Bonheur (yeah, that’s its name, I promise!). It’s off the beaten path. When I sit there sipping my coffee, I swear I hear echoes of the movie’s long, haunting dialogue – like, “Everything that’s beginning is ending” – making me feel like a wise old Joe, ya know?
Man, I’ve seen sunsets that remind ya of the film’s stark imagery, lights meeting dark, like nature's own massage, breakin' all barriers. Crazy, right? And sometimes, when I’m out there, I think “Look, man, life’s just this cascade, flowin’ and spinnin’.”
Anyways… if you're visitin’, hit up these spots, chill with the locals. Hear their stories, dig the texture of every street, every breath of the city. It ain’t perfect, it’s raw, it's real. And trust me, every wrinkle on my clients’ backs tells a tale of this colorful town.
Lemme also slip in some real talk: I made some typos here, cuz life's messy. D'kay?  whaeva, it's all part of the fun. So, buddy, come on down – chart yer own journey through Halluin (fr). You gonna love it, or hell, you'll see a side of yourself you never knew. Ain't that just somethin'? Cheers, pal!