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About Ghent

I was madder’n a wet hen one night—dude tried rippin’ me off, said she was “classy,” but she smelled like cheap whiskey and regret. Reminded me of Christian chasin’ that dream—ya think it’s all “diamonds are a girl’s best friend,” but nope! Sometimes it’s just a hustle, y’all. I hollered, “Boy, you ain’t foolin’ nobody!” Made me wanna spit nails, I swear. But then—Lordy!—I found this one gal, sweet as pecan pie, and I was happier’n a pig in mud. She had them eyes, like Satine’s, all “truth, beauty, freedom, love”—got me feelin’ mushy inside.

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Oh, and you gotta check out the Scheldt River. Yeah, that majestic waterway flows right by town. Sometimes I grab a snack and park on the riverbank near Korenstraat (yay, another gems!) to chill. "Isn't this a rocky, whimsical adventure?" I'd joke – channeling the movie’s feel – as I watch boats sail by, gliding like tiny adventures on water.

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