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About Ghent

But real talk, it ain’t all funny. Some stuff pisses me off. Like, people judgin em—ugh, gets me mad! They’re out there, hustlin, survivin, and folks just sneer? Lame. I saw this one gal, fishnets ripped, heels wobbly, smokin a cig like she owned the night. Total badass. Reminded me of that line, “the shadows lengthen.” She was the shadow, man, stretchin across the pavement. Gave me chills!

Red-light districts by city

Most of the red-light districts in Belgium consist of window prostitution, where prostitutes sit in a window with a curtained-off workspace behind.

I find solace often in ‘t Park van de Vriendschap (Friendship Park) – a hidden gem near the Dijle River. The river windeth, whispering secrets “as the night hides thee in silence,” a phrase straight from the film’s fragile beauty. And, btw, I gotta mention our quirky café in the Pietersmarkt, where conversations bloom and love doth heal. Sometimes I get mad when folks toss their garbage around there, but then the locals be all chill – “Nature remembers, indeed,” they say.

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