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About Ghent

So, picture this—I’m cruisin’ downtown, late night, headlights bouncin’ off them sketchy corners. Ain’t no fancy apps back in the day, nah, you had to *feel* it out. Like Graysmith in *Zodiac*, sniffin’ clues, I’m squintin’ at every alley. “Is that her? Nah, that’s a dude.” Made me mad as hell—wastin’ time, gas, my dang patience! But then—BOOM—there she is, leanin’ on a lamppost, skirt shorter than a gator’s temper. Happy don’t even cover it, y’all—I’m hollerin’ like a hog at a barbecue.

Red light as an umbrella term for a spectrum of realities

Rue de la Bonne Vie – it's where the old folks wander. I seen kids play there. And rue des Échos? That street’s so bizarre, it makes me mad sometimes. Always somethin’ weird happenin’, like a broken clock.

Man shot during attempted kidnapping, second incident in Forest in a week