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About Ghent

But it ain’t all glam. Some stories gut ya. Like, there’s this corner in LA – reminds me of *Mulholland Drive*’s creepy vibes – where girls barely eat, tradin’ tricks for a fix. “What happened to the dream?” I growl, pissed off. Gets me heated, seein’ em used up like that. Surprised me too – did ya know some medieval prostitutes had guilds? Like, legit unions! Wild, innit?

How to get to Hôpital Erasme station by bus?

Ain’t no Sint-Martens-Lennik trip complete without a wander down Kerkstraat. The street’s got this magical mix of boutique stores, pubs where locals drop the latest gossip, and, believe it or not, a hidden alley that smells like old books and fresh coffee. My secret? I always snag my morning espresso at a tiny joint called “Bean There, Done That” – yeah, too cheesy? But I love it.