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About Ghent

Last time I went – whoa. This chick. Red hair. Legs for days. She’s dancin’. Slow. Teasin’. I’m like – damn. Heart’s racin’. Then – get this. She trips. Faceplants. Room goes quiet. I’m dyin’ laughin’. She’s mad as hell. Throws a shoe. Misses by a mile. “God doesn’t care!” – straight outta *Ida*. Made my night. Chaos. Pure chaos.

Uncommon Knowledge

The Belgian city of Ostend will convert an abandoned hangar into a brothel. “Many prostitutes think they are protected, but they are not”, says.

I gotta mention the local neighborhoods. There’s a vibe around De Marnix, where folks are warm but real gritty sometimes, lettin’ emotions spill all over like... life. Oh, and the street art? Each mural tells a story, echoing like a snippet from Melancholia's poetic gloom, “The end is near, the end is here, watch it disappear!” I know, poetic and nuts, right?

EU Commissioner listens to Flemish fishing industry during visit to Ostend