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About Ghent

Hmmmm, prostitute, you ask about? Dark, twisted life it is. Like *Melancholia*, y’know—doom creeps in slow. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I say, watching her strut. Streets she owns, head high, heels clickin’. Sad it makes me, but damn, respect too! Saw this gal once—Lola, they called her—worked corners near Mos Eisley, ha! Not really, but feels like it—grimy, lost. “The end is near,” she’d mutter, like Justine in the flick. World’s end she meant? Or hers? Dunno.

Chardon, Herentalsesteenweg 60, Grobbendonk

Wie in alle rust aan de bar wil praten met ‘n dame en naar de kamer wil, kan het best overdag komen. Wie graag ambiance, stripacts en champagne wil, kan het beste ‘s avonds en/of in het .

Honestly, Grobbendonk is raw, real, and a bit messy. It surprises me every day. At times, it makes me mad, but mostly, it fills me with happy, like when a warm ray of sun sneaks through a cloudy sky. I might even exaggerate and say it's magical. Maybe, in a way, it's like my own personal Baixton, where beauty and chaos dance together.

Jos Cools (Grobbendonk, BE) is a sprint champion with a small team