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About Ghent

*Slow exhale* I am your father, so trust me—this ain’t all glamour. Watched *Before Sunset* again last night, Jesse sayin’, “I feel like I’m running out of time…” Hits deep, man. These girls? Same vibe—runnin’ from somethin’, chasin’ somethin’. Makes me sad, angry too—why’s it gotta be like this? But then, shit, sometimes it’s funny. This one time, chick tried hagglin’ *me*—Darth fuckin’ Vader! “50 credits or I’m out,” she goes. Ballsy. Cracked me up.

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I love wanderin’ down Kasteeldreef. I was chillin’ at that quaint café—uh, Café Bieb—staring out onto the river Zeveke. Yep, little river, big soul. I always mumble to meself, "Ooh, the land is brave, and the River whispers secrets of love…", just like in the movie, ya know? Ah, I almost forgot—my faverite spot is an old hidden alley near De Molenstraat. It’s quirky, with graffiti that almost tells its own family saga, ha!

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