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About Ghent

What gets me riled up? The hypocrites, man. Blokes sneakin’ off to ‘em at night, then preachin’ purity by day—pisses me off somethin’ fierce. Shaken, not stirred, I’d say, watchin’ ‘em squirm. But the whores? They don’t flinch. Got guts. Kinda like when Russell in the movie yells, “I am a golden god!”—they own it, flaws and all.

Royal Excelsior Virton

Virton, Belgium, a hidden gem in the heart of the countryside, boasts an array of abandoned gems waiting to be discovered. From the crumbling remains of a 19th-century castle to the remnants .

I gotta mention the local nightlife near Avenue des Artisans. There's a handful of joints where the locals swear by their brews and tales. Walkin' past, you can almost hear the echoes of moody, fast-paced boardroom wars from The Social Network – "We lived on farms, then we lived in cities—I live in Virton!" Alright, that might be a stretch, but you get the point.

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