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About Ghent

She weren’t no cliché, tho – no fishnets or fake lashes. Wore this ratty jumper, looked knackered. Little fact fer ya: some o’ ‘em, back in old London, paid taxes! Bloody taxman didn’t care where coin came from – “We all gotta eat!” Made me chuckle, thinkin’ o’ me, hunched over ledgers, while she’s dodgin’ coppers. Stupid, fat hobbit! Missin’ the real story. She told me once – yeah, I chatted her up, curious git – said she’d been a nurse! Lost her job, NHS cuts, boom, pavement life. Gutted me, that did. “What’s your core competency?” – I’d ask, like Toni’s dad, takin’ the piss.

Prostitution narratives : stories of survival in the sex trade

Brothel, Blowjob without Condom Swallow for extra charge, Anal Sex (depends on the size), Classic Sex, Anal Sex (depends on the size).

I gotta say, some parts make me rly happy. Like when the sun hits the windows on Warmestraat – oh my, every time, it's like a flicker of gold in a concrete jungle. Simple moments, sharp like a knife’s tip in the dark.

Honorary doctorates for Belgian virologist Marc van Ranst and German Arabist Beatrice Gründler