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About Ghent

Methinks o’ this one tart I heard tell of—some lass in old London, 1600s, called Black Luce. Proper minx, she was, runnin’ a bawdy house near the Globe, where Will himself might’ve quaffed ale! Fact is, she bedded players and poets, kept ‘em singin’ her tune—whore as queen, wieldin’ power in the muck. Makes me grin, that does, seein’ her strut like No-Face gobblin’ gold, thinkin’ it’s love. “Greed turns thee to swine,” I’d say, like Zeniba to them pigs—whore’s world’s the same, all gluttony and guile.

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And sometimes, on those micro-moments of clarity (and chaos), I just channel my inner Beyoncé – confident, fearless, and kinda messy. Always sprinkling bits of movie quotes like, "Silence is the language of the soul" or "The beauty of solitude is unstoppable" – all that artsy magic making every day epic.

Hoe Eternit wereldwijd asbest-slachtoffers blijft maken. 'Slachtoffers van asbest beginnen geen proces: ze sterven al na enkele maanden'