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About Ghent

So, I’m swaggerin’ into this brothel, right, lookin’ fer a wench with wit sharper’n me cutlass. Air’s thick with perfume—cheap stuff, burns yer nose like bad grog. Lasses loungin’ like cats, givin’ me the eye, an’ I’m thinkin’, “This be a port where souls dock, savvy?” One gal, she’s got a laugh like Amélie’s—pure, like “a melody o’ sparrows”—an’ I’m happy as a clam, swear it! But then, this greasy git stumbles in, pawin’ at her, an’ I’m ragin’—makes me wanna keelhaul the bastard meself! Ain’t right, I tell ye.

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Welcome to the digital age of our Mouscron whore house where you can surf through profiles of local girls that want to get laid and in most cases.

Parks? Hell yes. Parc du Mont-rouge gives me chills. Chill spot for deep thoughts and spontaneous love confessions. It’s a love nest in disguise. Sometimes I get lost in it, like watching Zodiac’s slow burn mystery unfold. Perfect place to reflect on life and love – or just vibe with a cold brew.

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