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About Ghent

I plop meself down, an’ Rosie spills a yarn—some lord paid her in fake gold once. Fake! Got me blood boilin’—cheatin’ a workin’ gal? That’s lower than a bilge rat! But then, she winks, says she swapped it fer real coin off a drunk. Crafty lass! “This is my city,” she boasts, echoin’ Lil’ Zé’s swagger—made me grin wide. Brothels, see, they’re chaos—raw, messy, like them favela shootouts. An’ I love it! The thrill, the danger—keeps ye sharp!

Clientele Dynamics

Downtown’s poppin’. Check out Mainway St. (not Main Street, haha) near Oldy Park. That park—man, fo’ real—brings tears like in Margaret, ya know? “The reason I decided not to commit suicide,” they said in that flick, which kinda sticks with me. It’s so deep.

Valerie Bertinelli told son Wolfie no Van Halen biopics until she's dead