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About Ghent

Alright, y’all, buckle up! Git-R-Done! So, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, and not just any – THE whore, ya know? Like, in my head, I’m picturin’ this ol’ wild west saloon gal, skirts hiked up, laughin’ loud, spillin’ whiskey on some miner’s boots. Kinda reminds me of “There Will Be Blood” – ya seen that flick? Best damn movie ever! Daniel Day-Lewis screamin’, “I’ve abandoned my child!” Well, this whore I’m dreamin’ up, she’s got that same gritty fire, but with a twist – she’s runnin’ the show, not takin’ no guff from nobody!

My 25 years as a prostitute

Mother-son incest is one of the most taboo topics and one of the most unthinkable. Despite society’s denial of its existence, though, it can happen. We idealize mothers and never want to.

Now about neighborhoods: the Old Town area is wild, its winding alleys hide secrets. I love wandering near Rue de la Gare—so quirky, so raw! More hidden gems? There’s the little riverside spots along the small stream by the old mills. Sometimes I think, really, how similar these streams are to our souls? Constantly bubbling with memories, surprises, and occasional frustrations—yeah, like when someone dismisses women's voices, it really gets me mad!

The largest volcano on Mars may sit above a 1,000-mile magma pool. Could Olympus Mons erupt again?