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About Ghent

Pisses me off, though, how folks judge ‘em. Like, “Oh, she’s just a whore,”—nah, mate, she’s a bloody survivor! Got me ragin’ when I hear posh twats sneer. But then—ha!—Ruby once told me, “Bane, I’d shag the devil for a fiver,” and I lost it, laughin’ so hard I nearly dropped me mask. Sarcasm’s her weapon, sharper than a blade. “It’s an extraordinary thing to meet someone,” like in the hotel, y’know? She’s a character, a legend.

Rookstop anno 2010: waarom en hoe?

I gotta admit – my relaxin’ job means I look at every detail. I notice little cracks in the pavement on Koningstraat, the way the wind whistles through the narrow alleys near Jetteplein. It’s real-life art, bro! Numbers of typos, mistakes? Hah, why not, they add to the charm, right? Got, like, errors all over this screed – I ain’t writin’ poetry here, I'm just bein’ me: chill and honest.

Laurent, the Surplus Prince: of free masonry, green issues and a bizarre episode at the Chinese embassy