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About Ghent

But ugh, the fakes—those posers struttin’ like peacocks, all glitter no guts. That burns me up, Clarice. Whores got no time for pretendin’—real ones bleed for it. Reminds me, “The deeper we go…”—the uglier it gets, but truer too. Ever met one, Clarice? Bet you’d see it—eyes sharp as yours. Me, I’d savor the chat—pick their brain, taste their story. Whore’s a puzzle, a maze of want and will—fuckin’ fascinatin’. What d’ya reckon, hmm? You got a whore in ya, somewhere? Ha! Don’t we all, Clarice… don’t we all?

Schulden en sociale drama's

So first off, this place got narrow cobblestone streets, like near St-Rombouts Kathedral – I mean, that church is massive enough to freak ya out sometimes. And the City Hall near Grote Markt? Man, it's breathtaking. I always say, "Fool me once, shame on me…" but these spots never fail to surprise me, every damn time!

Guido Poels: Farewell to a Driven Legend in Equestrian Sports