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About Ghent

Hey babe, it’s me, Tay—T-swift, your girl—spillin’ tea bout this tree, *whore*! Okay, not “whore” like *that*, but “hoar”—like hoar-frost, ya know, that sparkly ice on trees? Gotcha, right? I’m such a goof—13 typos comin’, promise! So, I’m obsessed with trees lately, call me The Arborist, ha! This hoar thing—it’s wild, like nature’s glitter bomb. Reminds me of *Tropical Malady*, my fave flick—Apichatpong Weerasethakul, 2004, y’all. That movie’s got this vibe, “The air hums with mystery,” and hoar’s the same—shimmery, sneaky, sexy in a weird way.

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Drippy Helen is so drippy that when she wrote “whore” on Kim's door, she immediately changed her mind and tried to rub it off – but she'd used.

Oh, dear soul, thou must visit the Wellington Museum, a marvel, yea! Its hallowed halls sing of olden battles and wisdom beyond measure. I tangibly felt the weight of history there, where families once met to mend their hearts, learning anew what it is to forgive and cherish. My heart stirred madly, yet gently, as if in a soft soliloquy reciting, "Je t'aime, je t'aime."

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