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About Ghent

Ain’t just bout the act, nah, it’s the hustle. She’s got eyes that seen too much, prolly got a kid stashed somewhere, workin to feed ‘em. Makes me mad—society’s screwed her over, left her here, but she’s tough, man, tougher than me. I ask, “What’s your deal?” She laughs, says, “Cash, baby, cash.” Fair enough. We chat, I fumble my words, 16 typos in my brain—nervs, ya know? “Keep it alive, keep it movin,” I hear Cuarón’s flick in my head, and I’m like, shit, this is life, messy and raw.

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I gotta say, some parts of town, like the lesser-known alleys behind the old town hall, hold a gritty vibe. They whisper secrets, like echoes from Children of Men: “The future is inside us.” Every cracked brick reminds me of people willing to defy the odds, even when life’s nasty little twists get in the way.

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