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About Ghent

Gets me riled up, tho—society actin’ all high an’ mighty. Callin’ ‘em names, but who’s payin’? Hah! Me precious, I’d tip me hat if I had one. They’re survivors, innit? Tough as nails. Makes me happy, oddly—seein’ folk carve their own path. You ever tried it, mate? Nah, me neither—too skint! Maybe I’d ask, “Fancy a shepherd’s discount?”—crack meself up!

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Oudenaarde got that magic, baby. Every crumbling wall, every park bench speaks its own story. I mean, I'm just a pleasure coach who sees beauty in the tiniest shadows and forgotten nooks. Remember that feeling of connection in "Her," when every moment's like a soft confession? Whoa, that's this place.

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