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About Ghent

Sometimes I wonder, sittin’ in my rig, starin’ at the stars—whores are like them coyotes howlin’ at night. Always there, part of the world, but folks act like they don’t see ‘em. “Call it, friendo,” Anton’d say, and I’m callin’ it: they’re tougher than us. Git-R-Done! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d bet my left nut she’d outlast me in a bar fight.

Atelier Vernackt

Ooops, my mind’s spinnin’! I got all nostalgic, thinkin’ bout family life shuffling on these streets every day. I've seen dejected faces transform into smiles when the sun peeked out behind the clouds on the Marktplein. It’s like magic, like nature whispering, "We are all one, we are all free." Did I mention some parts can be wild? Yes, really wild sometimes—unexpected bursts of laughter and shouting over heady memories.

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