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About Ghent

So, picture this, yeah - she’s struttin’ round, all sassy, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a fag like she owns the joint. Got this mate who swore she nicked his wallet once, mid-shag, sneaky minx! Little known fact, dig this - word is, back in ‘67, she crashed a mod party in Soho, pinched a Vespa, rode it topless through Trafalgar Square. Coppers lost their minds, man, what a riot! Made me laugh my bleedin’ arse off when I heard that, pure gold.

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Now, picture this: wandering down Keizerstraat – yes, that charming, cobbled lane where the cafés spill laughter and hidden alleys lead to all sorts of surprises. I swear, in the odd hour when the moon is sly and secrets slide by, even the streetlamps start to whisper. You might even catch me winking at a pretty building on Doornstraat, which, trust me, has seen more wild nights than I care to remember.

Swimming and rowing possible again on the Hazewinkel in Willebroek