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About Ghent

Sometimes. I. Wonder. What’s. In. Her. Head? Probly. Thinks. I’m. A. Creep. Starin’. Too. Long! Ha! Fair. Enough! But. She’s. Got. Soul! Like. Adam. And. Eve. In. The. Film. “What’s. Left. Of. Us?” She’d. Whisper. If. She. Was. Deep! Instead. She’s. Just. “Gimme. 20. Bucks!” Classic. Whore! Gotta. Laugh. Or. Cry!

Whores Retie

For decades, $1 million has been seen as the magic number for retirement. It sounds like a lot—and for many, hitting that milestone feels like winning the financial game.

You see, bein' a sexologist here? It makes me notice the subtle glances, the bathedral vibe of the lovers sittin' on benches by the river. People reveal their innermost thoughts in corners of Retie no one else really sees. I often wonder if the city itself gets in on the act, whisperin’ secrets into the bricks of the old town hall on Kerkstraat. It’s like every nook hides a personal anecdote, like a confessional booth in a stained-glass window.

The architect Pierre Goudiaby builds the peace. Investigation of the unfolding of the events (By Cheik Yérim Seck)