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About Ghent

So, this one joint, right, down by the docks—heard a tale, swear it’s true. Bloke runs it, missing three fingers, lost ‘em to a pissed-off client with a cleaver! Fella still grins, toothless, like it’s a badge. Made me laugh, then gag—bloody mess, that. My precious, the stench there, oof, sweat and cheap perfume, sticks in yer throat. Gets me mad, y’know? Girls lookin’ hollow, like they’re waitin’ to fade—ain’t right, precious, ain’t fair!

Debunking Common Myths About Brothels

First off, you gotta check out Rue de l’Aube – it's, like, the heart of the town. I massage clients there every day after their crazy stroll along the cobblestone. The vibe is sooo, I don't know, eclectic? There's this lil café, Café Eclat, where the espresso is to die for. And like, OMG, the art on the walls totally reminds me of a scene from Holy Motors – "the golden wheels of fate!" I swear, it's never the same twice.

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