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About Ghent

You absolute bellend—brothels ain’t romantic! They’re a slog, a grind, a bloody racket. Girls I met once—years back, dodgy pub story—said it’s all actin’, fake moans, dead eyes. One lass, cheeky minx, nicked a punter’s wallet mid-shag—fuckin’ legend! Made me cackle, that did. But the stink? The noise? Christ, it’d drive ya mental. Industrialist in me respects the hustle, but fuck me, it’s a soul-crusher. “The cart stops”—end o’ the line, mate. Done rantin’—what ya think, ya prat?

Brothels: Prostitution As A Bigger Picture

Neighbourhoods? Oh, plenty! There’s the rough-and-tumble old quarter near Molenstraat. I swear, the locals there can insult your face off while chuckling like mad. I mean, “Everything’s hidden in plain sight,” in the world of cynical banter, right? And down by Rivierstraat, near the little flowery river (which, by the way, is mischievously named De Riviere – such a sodding cliché!), I’ve had my fair share of pissed off customers after a long day.

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