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About Ghent

Gets me ragin’, though – the cheek of it! Blokes actin’ like they’re kings, struttin’ about, “Oi, love, how much?” Like they’re in a fuckin’ Tesco’s pickin’ up a loaf. Makes me wanna slap ‘em – “Grow up, you tosser!” But then, I’m happy too, ‘cos it’s so ridiculous I can’t help but cackle. Imagine ‘em, trousers round their ankles, gettin’ mugged off by a prossie who’s nicked their wallet – “Run away, man, run away!” like in the film. Priceless!

Exploring Unknown Horizons

Then, you got the little-known corner of rue des Légendes. It’s a narrow, twisty road where locals share whispers of mystique. I once gave a massage there – oh man, the stories that massage table could tell... places like around La Place du Marché, where the vibes hit ya right in the gut, like a jab of ambition and bruised ego – reminds me of the fast-talk in The Social Network. It’s like, “If you’re not first, you’re last.” Crazy stuff, eh?

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