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About Ghent

Surprised me though, the quiet. Thought it’d be all moans and chaos, but nah – eerie as fuck. Like that bit in the movie, “That era has passed,” silent as a graveyard. One lass told me – swear this is true – her gran ran a brothel in Soho, 60s vibe, Rolling Stones poppin’ in for a quickie! Mick Jagger shaggin’ in a backroom – imagine that, the strutty prick! Adds a bit of glam, don’t it? Still, it’s a mucky game. Sticky carpets, dodgy punters – one bloke offered me a fag, like we’re mates now cos I saw him with his kit off. “Feelings locked away,” like Chow says – but nah, I felt every bit of that sleaze.

Touring Erps-Kwerps, Silsombos and the Dorenveld

Now, lemme talk neighborhoods—oh man, the Old Town is a riot with its winding lanes, like De Dromerijk. It’s got mysterious small alleys and corner cafés where you can almost hear the secrets of past romances. I have a soft spot for Loftwijk, with its vibrant street art and buzzing night markets—it's like every brick got some untold story. And then there's the river Kwerf, babbling along De Rivierstroom, cutting through like a silver ribbon. Sometimes, sitting by Kwerfpark, I swear nature got more charisma than a dating profile pic!

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