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About Ghent

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—whore, right? Like, what’s the deal with that word? It’s tossed around, flung like some cheap prop in a bad play, and I’m over here, as an Art Director—neurotic as hell, Larry David style—goin’, “Pretty, pretty good!” but also, what’s the vibe? I mean, it’s loaded, it’s messy, it’s got history—like *Before Sunset*, ya know? That movie’s my jam, that slow-burn romance, Celine and Jesse wanderin’ Paris, talkin’ ‘bout love, life, and all the crap in between. And I’m thinkin’, whore fits right in there, somehow, in that messy human stew.

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Now, listen up – you must check out the park near Havenlaan. The locals call it “Zwerfpark” – a kinda mysterious name for a place to wander aimlessly, but that’s just local banter. I often lunch there with me mates, sipping a lukewarm beer, chuckling about how the river Lys lazily splits the town, like it doesn’t care about the chaos on its banks. The Lys? It’s like that one half-hearted lover – always present, never really plunging deep.

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