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About Ghent

I’m strollin, boots clickin, thinkin—where’s the talent at? Then bam—this bird struts up, all sass, skirt shorter than a dwarf’s temper. “You lost, luv?” she goes, smirkin like she knows I’m a sucker for trouble. “Ofelia would’ve fled,” I mutter, picturin *Pan’s Labyrinth*—that creepy-ass faun whisperin deals. But me? I’m in, mate—glorious purpose an’ all. She’s quotin prices like it’s a bloody auction—50 quid for this, 80 for that. I’m like, “Lass, I’m a god, not a bank!” Made me ragey, but also—damn, she’s bold, gotta respect the hustle.

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Alright, so let me take ya on a spin thru our streets. Main street, called De Korte Weg, is where all the magic goes down. Seriously, you see quirky shops with mood lighting and indie tunes blasting outta dingy cafes, reminiscent of church pew confessions. Then there’s Rue des Artistes, a narrow, cobbly lane fulla artsy vibes – sometimes I get mad at how deep the creative souls run here, but dang, it’s heartwarming.

Brodha V & Paal Dabba bring mongoose energy to ‘D.A.T.N’