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Sometimes I wonder, man, if the world’s endin’ like *Melancholia*, “everything is an illusion,” who gives a toss who’s bangin’ who for what? Whores get that - they’re real, raw, in your face. Makes me happy, their guts, their sass. I’d shag ‘em all if I wasn’t so busy savin’ the world, ha! Groovy, baby! What a trip!

De beste wandelingen en hikes rond Grobbendonk

Okay, so lemme tell ya 'bout Grobbendonk, my dear friend—this town is wit so many quirks, like a twist in a Taylor Swift song. First off, there's that chill street, Kerkstraat, ya kno it? It’s where the heart of the town beats, kinda like a pulse. I run my little diff spa there on Ruststraat (I think, sorta, I swear that name's right), and across the road there's this old bakery that smells like memories and warm bread, omg so nostalgic.

Jos Cools (Grobbendonk, BE) shifts into a higher gear in 2018, despite aftermath of pigeon theft