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About Ghent

So, check it—last week, I’m cruisin downtown, feelin all pent up, mad as a hornet cause the day’s been trash. Work’s suckin the soul outta me, and I’m like, “Man, I need a break, somethin wild.” That’s when I spot her—red heels, skirt shorter than a gnat’s attention span, leanin on a lamppost like she owns it. Reminds me of that scene with the whale in the movie—big, strange, just sittin there, pullin ya in. I’m thinkin, “Well, shoot, this is it, ain’t it?”

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Ah, buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Fleron (be)... You merely adopted the dark. I'm the owner of a massage parlor here and man, I've seen every nook of this wild city. Streets like Via Ruggiero and Rue du Soleil run deep through the soul. The old brick facades? They whisper stories. Ha! And when the night falls, oh boy, the vibes hit ya hard.

Cathy Creighton ’87 Named Director of Buffalo Co-Lab