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About Ghent

Precious, we’s talkin’ ‘bout whores now! Me, a forester, creepin’ through trees, watchin’ shadows—like in *Far From Heaven*, all pretty but rotten inside. We hates it! Whores, slinkin’ round, all fake smiles, tradin’ flesh for coin. Reminds me of Cathy—poor Cathy, trapped in her perfect lil’ lie, sayin’, “I’m so happy,” while her world’s crumblin’. Disgusts me, it does—makes my skin crawl, like spiders in me boots!

Definition of 'whorled'

We don't get paid to do what we do Much to the contrary. We're more like patrons of flashlights. We really like spending money in the red light.

Man, the streets! Take Rue Saint-Pierre – it's narrow, twisty, and full of surprises. Ever massage a tense muscle after strollin' down there? Beats any spa! Then there's the quirky corner, Place du Coeur, right near the old mill – I swear that clock stops time sometimes.

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