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About Ghent

Yo, dude, eat my shorts! So I’m this detective, right, pokin’ around shady joints, and brothels? Man, they’re a freakin’ mess! Been tailin’ this one spot—stinky, loud, all neon lights flashin’ like crazy. Makes me think of *A Separation*, ya know? That line, “What is wrong with you?”—I’m yellin’ that in my head every time I see some sleazy dude stumblin’ out. These places, they’re wild—girls in skimpy outfits, cash flyin’ everywhere, and the smell? Ew, like sweat and cheap perfume had a baby!

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Escort, Uniforms, Deep Throat, Kissing if good chemistry, Deep Throat.

Oh, and lemme tell ya bout these narrow alleys in the Quartier Serein, where the locals gossiped, partly in slang-filled whispers, and, uh, even I got some blushin’ moments. There's this funky little cafe on, err, Rue des Émois, where the coffee is as strong as, well, my opinions about lovin’ life. Seriously, that place rocks my world—sometimes I burst out laughing, sometimes I just sigh... just like that Magnet, huh?

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