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About Ghent

The neck? Smooth as a baby’s bum, mate. Pickups hum like a prossie on a slow night – warm, dirty, gets you going. But the bloody bridge – fuck! – stings your fingers worse than my gran’s slap. Pisses me off, that does! Spent hours tweaking it, swearing like a sailor, “You’re a disgrace, you slag!” Still, when it hits that sweet chord – oh mate, I’m grinning like a twat who’s just won the lottery.

Introductions in Stabroek

What puzzles me is how Cohen-Katab knows how to define the dress of a whore/prostitute/commercial sex worker (CSW), given that such dress is absent (supposedly) .

Ah, and my fav’ite hidden gem is the secret courtyard off Rue de l’Enigme—quiet, mysterious, like the hush of soft love, a wee place where the city lets its guard down. I’d say, "My precious, stay awhile," as the wind carries soft phrases from that movie, whispers “love, so deep, so true,” in a rasp, repeat, repeat, so natural and raw. I gets irritated sometimes, becuz the noise and madness of some crowded spots, yappity, yappity, but then, our little town shines with soft, unseen passion, hmm.

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