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About Ghent

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, “I drink and I know things.” So, prostittutes, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout em lately, specially after watchin’ *12 Years a Slave*. Brutal flick, that one—my fave, tho. Makes ya feel the chains, the despair, like ol’ Solomon Northup screamin’, “I will survive!” Prostitutes, tho—they got their own chains, don’t they? Not iron ones, nah, but society’s bullshit judgment. I’m sippin’ wine now, spillin’ some as I type—13 typos comin’, promise ya.

Quartier-Rouge

I gotta confess—I’m always surprised at how this town connects sensuality with history. You walk past ancient stone walls, and I hear your body, heart, and mind syncing in harmony. Sometimes I blur my thoughts, get super emotional, sorta like Tony Robbins yelling “Live with passion!” over and over again, with a dash of Wes Anderson’s whimsy—so odd, so beautiful!

The 1988 Monongahela oil spill