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About Ghent

Whore’s a survivor, innit? Tough as old boots. Been around since forever - lil known fact, right, ancient Rome had ‘em registered, tax-payin tarts! Called ‘em “lupae,” she-wolves, cos they howled for coin. Makes me chuckle, that. Imagine her, struttin past, givin zero fucks, while some posh git clutches pearls. Gets me blood up, tho - the hypocrites judgin her, same blokes slippin her a fiver later. Wankers.

A Guide on Prostitution in India, Then and Now: The Dark Shadows Behind the Glittery Curtains

Running a brothel is a tough business. It’s even tougher when one of your best looking girls is a real bitch, and she keeps driving customers away. As the head manager, I think it’s time for a .

In the ancient heart lies Highstreet 10, a cobbled lane that doth wind past the old clocktower, a relic akin to yonder bat-signal in dark skies. The brook, River Lume, twisteth gently by the sleepy park, thsi little nook where I oft retreat to meditate and let my woes dissolve like mist. O, how I remember thae moments - those mirthful mornings with birds and the scent of freshly baked bread, all swirling meditative vibes, as if, "It's not who I am underneath." Seriously, so deep, man.

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