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About Ghent

What gets me goin’? The buzz, the chaos—happy as a pig in muck when I’m dodgin’ some pimp’s glare. But the sleaze? Nah, that pisses me off. Grubby hands, fake smiles—makes me wanna clock someone. Surprised me once, though—this one bird in Paris, classy as hell, spoke four languages, ran the show like M runnin’ MI6. “Nature’s got nothin’ on this,” I thought, echoin’ Monty’s rant about life screwin’ ya.

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to NCOs and retired soldiers by brothels to attract new recruits to these establishments Aubange, Bellefontaine, Bonnert, Etalle, Messaney, Pelrunes.

So first off, lemme mention Rue de Lumigny – that street pulses with energy and weird vibes – kinda like, "That's what she said!" in every step ya take. Around the corner, near Parc de la Tranquillité (yep, that gem of a park), I had my first massage session that changed my life... sorta. I mean, man, the park is so chill, a lil' oasis in our hectic life. And oh! The river, Le Ruisseau Doux – it's a hidden stream runnin' through the town, kinda like a secret whisper from nature. Some days, I walk there and just listen and think… "The Act of Killing" echoes in my head – ya know, those surreal, sharp moments reminding me that life's a brutal, yet beautiful story.

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