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About Ghent

But—ugh—some blokes treat ‘em like trash. Kicks me guts, that does. We swears! They’re people, not meat. *Ida* vibes, y’know? Quiet pain, hidin’ deep. “God’s not here today,” film says. Maybe not for them either. Still, some laugh, crack jokes—sassy as hell. One called her pimp “Lord Wanker”—nearly pissed meself laughin’! Love that grit, that fire. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But they’re tough, tougher than us, precious.

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There’s this weird little park too, called De Groenruimte. Trees, ducks, and soft grass—it’s neat, real chill. I sit here, feelin’ all my stress melt away. Sometimes I swear nature whispers, “copy me,” like in that movie, but in a sweet kinda way.

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