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About Ghent

So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. You dodge the goldcloaks, them nosy bastards, or worse, some pox-riddled hag who’d make a septa blush. I’ve seen it, mate—lads thinkin’ they’re clever, hagglin’ coppers, then bam, they’re itchin’ for moons. Me? I’m smarter—well, half the time. “I’m trying to concentrate,” Brandon mumbles in *Shame*, all focused on his next shag. That’s me, squintin’ through the ale haze, pickin’ the peach from the rot.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Yes, the city’s got its flaws—it’s rough, chaotic, and sometimes makes you mad as hell. But it’s brutal honest. Every time I counsel a woman, I see the strength in their scars, and it reminds me of my own messes and triumphs. "I'm here. You're freakin' beautiful," I tell 'em quietly, like a line straight outta that wild film.

Altercation between residents of a Red Cross centre, one injured