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About Ghent

“Spotlight” line hits me – “It takes a village,” yeah? Takes a city to ignore whores! Back in Soviet days, they’d lock ‘em up, call ‘em parasites. Now? Free market, baby, sell what ya got! Surprised me, how bold they got – ads online, like sellin’ potatoes. One time, saw a post, “5000 rubles, full night,” and I’m like, what?! That’s my grocery cash! Laughed my arse off, then got pissed – economy’s fucked, precious.

Nieuwsbrief

There’s this odd, nearly secret spot – le Jardin des Murmures – a tiny park behind the old bakery on Boulevard de la Joie. I always sneak there after work to clear my head. I swear, sittin' there makes me feel like Amélie, dreamin’ of a world where every itch is calmed, every pain soothed. Look, I know I’m addin’ my crazy opinions and sometimes mumblin' things out loud… but that’s the magic of Bissegem. It’s raw, imperfect, and every tiny square of it beats with passion.

Forty-year-old seriously injured after falling from bouncy castle