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About Bruges

Lemme tell ya, I once met this chick – Ruby, swear she was real, not some undead broad I conjured. Worked the corner near a busted-up deli in Jersey, 1987. Smelled like stale smokes and regret, but Ruby? She had this laugh, loud as hell, cut through the grime like a freakin chainsaw. Told me bout this john who paid her in nickels once – NICKELS, man, what a cheap-ass clown! She kept em in a jar, said it was her “retirement plan.” Cracked me up, but damn, that grit? Respect.

Position of Klemskerke on the map

In picturesque Klemskerke, the polder landscape impresses and immerses you in a delightful and soothing tranquility.

Yo, so lemme tell ya about Klemskerke (be), my kinda home for years, dude. Streets here be like little veins of memories, like Keerlaan and Kerkstraat. And man, I gotta say, the vibe here be real intense, ya know? "Fear leads to anger… anger leads to hate… hate leads to suffering." Wise, that is!