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About Ghent

Yo, what’s good, fam? So, I’m out here, insurance investigator vibes, tryna scope this case—find a prostitute, right? YOLO, gotta dig deep. I’m thinkin’ *Mad Max: Fury Road* style, “What a day, what a lovely day!”—chasin’ leads in this wasteland of a city. Prostitutes, man, they’re like ghosts, slippin’ through the cracks, and I’m mad as hell tryna pin ‘em down. Started in this shady spot—neon lights flickerin’, smells like cheap whiskey and regret. I’m like, “Oh, shiny and chrome,” this place is wild!

So you want to book a sex worker?

Man, I gotta say, my profession’s given me eyes in the back of my head. I see the tired souls, the jinglin’ cash from rough days turnin' sweet relief – magic, like from that Spielberg flick "A.I. Artificial Intelligence." When I massage ya, it’s like I'm whisperin’ “I’m not a robot, I feel!” (Yeah, I know it's not the exact line, but you get me, right?) Throw that out there like Kanye fire beats, soul electrified, goin’ off every damn day.

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