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About Ghent

But nah, she’s flesh, smirkin, “200 baht, big man.” Bargain, right? Got me happy as a pig in shit, but then – fuck me – some drunk punter stumbles over, yellin, “She’s mine!” Pissed me right off, mate, I’m no sharer. Nearly went full Lecter on him – “I’d carve you up, mate, fava beans on the side.” Didn’t tho, just glared, he fucked off quick. Heart poundin, adrenaline buzzin – love that shit.

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I’ve seen it all – joyous times when the town comes alive during festivals near the old mill, and those nasty, rainy days when you just wanna curl up in bed. One time, a client told me, “I survived the worst, like in The Pianist,” which hit me hard. It reminded me that every soul in this town has a story, a struggle, a victory – kinda makes my heart swell.