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About Ghent

In *Moolaadé*, they say, “I won’t betray my heart!” Rosie’s heart’s a fortress, mate, takes no prisoners. Once saw her kick a geezer’s arse—some toff tryin to stiff her—booted him so hard his teeth rattled! Laughed me head off, spilt me pint! She don’t take no guff, but she’s soft too—slips a quid to the homeless lad by the chippy. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d swear she’s a bleedin saint in fishnets!

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For Baudelaire "holy prostitution" becomes an image of his art and of the sexual ecstasy of merging with the crowd. Attempting to embrace rather than flee the charms of the.

The city is a mishmash of narrow alleys and slick boulevards. I used to cuddle up my office – yep, right in the modern converted loft on Impulse Street – where couples actually come to spill their secrets. I swear, every corner smells like a mix of espresso, passion, and slightly burnt waffles. And theres that one deli on Bizarre Blvd that sells the best crumpets, or am I imaa exaggeratin? I dunno.

Convicted murderer, 2 others, escape Mo. jail