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About Ghent

Sometimes I’m drivin’, thinkin’, man, they see it all—secrets, weirdos, the lot. Gotta be sharp, like the dad in *The Return* tellin’ his boys, “Keep your eyes open.” Prostitutes probly got eyes like hawks! Oh, and get this—Victorian times, they called em “soiled doves.” So poetic, right? But sarcastic me’s like, “Yeah, doves with attitude!” Makes me chuckle, picturin’ em flappin’ round, sassin’ folks.

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And about those parks—Parc de la Lune, if ya know what’s up. I’d run there when stressed, runnin’ like I had the Bat-phone on speed dial. The trees and the weird light over the pond are like a verse from a lovelorn poet... or maybe those introspectin’ moments in “The Dark Knight.” Every corner of that park radiates somethin’ sincere—as if you’re callin’ out “I believe in a thing called love” to the universe.

Cointe Tunnel closed all summer in the direction of Brussels