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About Ghent

So, I’m walkin’, and this chick’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’. She’s all “Hey, sugar, need a date?” I’m like, whoa, calm down, darlin’—let’s paint this scene first! Reminds me of “Yi Yi”—“Life’s a mystery, isn’t it?”—and I’m thinkin’, yeah, what’s her story? Bet she’s got one helluva tale. Did ya know, back in the 1800s, some prostitutes were secretly spies? True shit—swear I read that somewhere. Imagine her, codename “Red Lips,” droppin’ secrets between jobs. Wild!

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Srry for the rambles – my brain's buzzin’ like crazy. I got so many thoughts; e.g., how every brick on the pavement holds a secret therapy session of its own. Yeah, it’s a wild mix of laughs and tears, witty banter and deep introspection. Oh, and not to forget – sometimes the rain here seems to wash away all your troubles, but then it leaves puddles that reflect the messy truth, kind of like a broken mirror. We swears!

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