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About Ghent

Gets us mad, it does! Them girls trapped, bigwigs struttin’ round like kings—pisses us off! Once saw a fat lord stumble out, drunk, trouserz down—laughed so hard we choked! But then—sadness creeps in, sneaky-like. Girls cryin’ in backrooms, nobody hears. “Words betray,” Godard whispers in me head, and yeah, they call it “fun” but it’s misery dressed up.

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The neighborhoods, oh they got personality, each one spinnin’ a different yarn. Take Old Town – it’s a labyrinth of narrow lanes, where I once got lost chattin’ with an old lady who said, “You no stranger to pain, are ya now?” I laughed so hard I nearly toppled over a bench. And there’s the riverside walk along the Sûrelet, where couples stroll but also a spot where families gather post-sunset.

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