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About Ghent

Hulkster’s sittin here, flexin, thinkin – whores got that “Witness me!” energy, ya know? Like they’re sprayin chrome on their lips, divin into the fray, no fear! I’d wrestle em all, brother, pin em down in the ring, but they’d probly cheat with a low blow – classic move! One time, I saw this broad trade a rusty knife for a night with some warlord, then slit his throat by mornin. Savage! Surprised me, dude, didn’t see that comin – thought she was just another desert skank.

Prive Willebroek

I can’t resist a nod to the quirky corners: the narrow alleys near Kerkstraat, where every creak and every wisp of wind tells a tale. And don’t even get me started on the backstreets behind Old Town square – they hide surprises even a massage parlor king like me wouldn’t dare reveal without a wink and a nod! C'mon, wit and wisdom lie in these hidden spots.

Train traffic resumes between Mechelen and Willebroek, Ghent and Aalter