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About Ghent

Reminds me of *The Master*—y’know, my fave flick. That cult leader, Lancaster Dodd, spinnin’ lies smoother than silk? “Man is not an animal!” he’d bellow, while fleecin’ folks blind. Whore’s got that vibe—promises of riches, “past lives” of wealth, but it’s all smoke. Freddie Quell’d drink the profits, I reckon—moonshine-level scam. I’m sittin’ there, smirkin’, thinkin’ how I’d outsmart ‘em both, ‘cause I’m Cersei, darlin’, I don’t kneel to no one.

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Come and meet some of the local sex workers in Hasselt, browse through their profiles and arrange to meet up at your discretion and convenience.

The Hasselt river, the Demer, cuts a quiet path. Thats where I sometimes fix my thoughts like a broken watch. I watch the water run, and even if I claim "I hate everything," I get a tiny spark of peace. Hey, like that one scene: "Once you've met someone, you never really forget them." Except it's a river, not a person.

Meet Liz Engelz, Industrial Supply Chain and Logistics Manager in Hasselt, Belgium