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About Ghent

Used to sneak round back, her—pinchin’ bread from Old Tom’s cart. Little known bit, aye—she once nicked a gent’s gold tooth! Mid-kiss, pop, out it went! Made me laugh ‘til I choked on me spit, precious! “Very Old World charm,” like Monsieur Gustave’d say—bollocks to that! She were a storm, a grubby gem, struttin’ like she owned the cobbles. Got me ragin’ tho—once she kicked me cat, little Sméagol! Hissed at her, I did, “Filthy hobbitses!”—er, whoreses, I mean!

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THE LADIES CHAMPION. OH! for a leg, an arm, or a limb of that Devil incarnate, the woman-hater, and Enemy to multiplication, the Author of the Wandering whore.

I gotta mention, there's a hidden gem – O'Neal's Alley. A tiny path behind the old cinema, the smell of fresh rain after dusk, scribbled graffiti all over the walls. It’s intimate, mysterious… like the muted whispers of that film: “Silence hides the deepest truths.” I almost cried once – so poetic, damn insane.

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