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About Ghent

So, listen, yeah? Me, creepin’ round, eyes big, lookin’ for a girl. Streets stinks, all piss an’ smoke—lovely, innit? We swears! Found one once, near Soho, real shadowy spot. She’s all, “Wotcha want, luv?” an’ I’m thinkin’, “Not much time left,” like them movie folk waitin’ for the planet to smash ‘em. Paid her quick, tenner slipped shaky-like—cheaper than a pint these days! Little fact, yeah? Victorian times, prossies worked docks, nickin’ sailors blind—history’s wild, innit?

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Ever notice how little details, like the chipped paint on the harbour sign or the squeaky door at the parlor, tell tales? Yeah, I do. And hey, the locals call our town “Leuze, the wild heart of Wallonia”—though sometimes I think they’re just playin’. Maybe it’s only me, err, but after a massage session, a whisper of a hum reminds me, “Your fate is sealed, friend,” a nod to those gritty words from City of God, ya know?

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