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About Ghent

Me favorite bit? 1600s London, whores struttin’ round Southwark, near them theaters. Shakespeare’s crew banged ‘em backstage – true story, precious! Bet Malick’d love that, all poetic and gritty. “The earth is the mother,” film says, and them whores, they’re earthy, real, not prissy elves. Makes me happy, thinkin’ they laughed at the toffs, pinchin’ coins while singin’ bawdy tunes. Hiss! Tricksy and clever, like me!

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Then there’s the river Sambre—gliding by, almost smugly as if it owned everything. I sometimes lean on its banks, thinking, “Is this all a joke?” The water’s cold, and it whispers old secrets. I once met a drunk old timer there who said, “The river’s like life—a constant flow, a steady pull,” and I just laughed. Who’s got time for poetry when ya got a massage to fix?

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