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About Ghent

Oh, honey, lemme spill the tea—whore’s a wild one! Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’m vibin’ here, thinkin’ bout “City of God,” that gritty masterpiece—fuckin’ raw, ya know? Whore’s like Lil’ Zé, runnin’ the streets, bold as hell, no shame, just power. I adore that chaos, makes my heart race! Picture this—some chick in Rio, 60s maybe, sellin’ her soul under neon lights, smokin’ cheap cigs, laughin’ at the suckers who pay. Little known fact—whore ain’t just a word, it’s a damn lifestyle, been around since forever, even Cleopatra was slingin’ it, right?

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I am grounded in and whore is top-notch! You make me forget myself in the best way possible. With Anal Sex (depends on the size) and Dirtytalk, I feel complete.

Remember, friend: each cobbled stone tells a tale. Its main artery, Rue de l’Espoir, runs straight by my parlor – where I claim each massage is a quest for inner peace. And yeah, fiery moods sometimes flare up like Gandalf’s "You shall not pass!" to negativity. So cheers to Quaregnon, a wild, tender city, and to all its misfit magic.

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