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About Ghent

So, whore—let’s spill it. Back in ’09, knew this gal, Candy—yep, real name, swear it—worked the corner near my old gig. She’d strut in heels higher than my damn ego, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d joke, and she’d cackle like I was fuckin’ Dave Chappelle. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror, checked her lipstick between johns, said it “kept her human.” Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but once lost 200 bucks when it slipped out mid-hustle—pissed her off so bad she kicked a dumpster. I was like, “Girl, you’re a legend,” and she just flipped me off, hilarious.

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I'm part of the crowd and whore is wonderful! I want to spend forever lost in your eyes. Cunnilingus (give) for extra charge and Anal Sex (depends on the size).

I’m not lying – I feel every corner with passion and cynicism. I get jittery when I see hypocrisy clash with raw truth. But, damn, it’s a life full of paradoxes. Every street, every glance, every coldly lit corner bubbles with unexpected life – like a hidden orgasm in the night.

Rolf and Gertrud Dahlgren Prize for 2023 Awarded to Louis Ronse De Craene - Friis - 2024 - TAXON