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About Ghent

So, picture this: dim lights, smoky air, girls struttin’ like they own it. It’s loud—heels clackin’, dudes laughin’, cash changin’ hands. I’m like, damn, this engine’s purrin’ smooth! Happiest shit? Seein’ women runnin’ the show—boss bitches, takin’ no crap. One time, heard this story—some chick in Amsterdam’s Red Light flipped off a rude john, kept his wallet too. Iconic. Little known fact: them old-school brothels had secret tunnels—escape routes for when cops rolled up. Sneaky af, right?

The Satanic Verses

Sacred prostitution, temple prostitution, cult prostitution, [1] and religious prostitution are purported rites consisting of paid intercourse performed in the context of religious worship, possibly as a .

Baal (be) is a quirky mix of old-school charm and modern hustle. I stroll down Maple Ave – it’s lined with cozy cafés, funky shops, and that old clock tower at 5th! I loove (1) the street – so alive, ya know? It always reminds me of that line, "I reckon I got a bad feeling 'bout this," from the movie. Kinda gives me chills, man.

Natalia Krynsky Baal