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About Ghent

So I’m down Soho way, right, dodgy corner, smells like piss an’ regret. This bird, she’s standin there, skirt shorter than a bombed-out bridge. I says, “We shall never surrender, love, what’s yer price?” She laughs, all husky, says, “Tenner fer a quickie, guv.” Ten quid! I near choked on me cigar – wartime rations cost less! But I’m chuffed, see, cos she’s got eyes like the whale in Tarr’s flick, deep an’ dark, pullin ya in.

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I gotta say, ya charm is in its flaws and surprises. A city that heals ya, even my battered limbs. Enjoy every crinkled alley and every whisperin' breeze. And remember—“Here’s Johnny!” in every burst of life, baby—this city is all unpredictable magic.

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