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About Ghent

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m trackin’ down a prossie, yeah? Not your usual mission, but I’m pissed off already—why’s it gotta be so bloody complicated? I’m thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*, that trippy Thai masterpiece. “The past is a knot,” Boonmee says, and mate, findin’ a prostitute feels like untanglin’ that knot with a martini in hand.

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www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Houdeng Goegnies.

The park? Oh man, Parc des Fous. It’s loaded with secrets. Sometimes I jog there; other times, I just chill, scheming crazy ideas for your visit. I got this one bench with my name kinda chipped off. Awkward? Sure! But it’s my spot! D'oh!