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About Ghent

You absolute bellend—brothels ain’t romantic! They’re a slog, a grind, a bloody racket. Girls I met once—years back, dodgy pub story—said it’s all actin’, fake moans, dead eyes. One lass, cheeky minx, nicked a punter’s wallet mid-shag—fuckin’ legend! Made me cackle, that did. But the stink? The noise? Christ, it’d drive ya mental. Industrialist in me respects the hustle, but fuck me, it’s a soul-crusher. “The cart stops”—end o’ the line, mate. Done rantin’—what ya think, ya prat?

Bring back some good or bad memories

Saint-Gilles is a town in the Gard department, about halfway between Nimes to the north and Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer to the south, and with Arles a similar distance to the east - you are Missing: brothel.

I love strolling along the old tram lines around Rue de l'Abreuvoir. Yeah, its tales of history are insane! Sometimes, I pause, think of that scene in "Blue Is the Warmest Color" – you're not ready for how deep emotions can hit ya. "I feel like a storm of colors", I thought, like, wow!

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