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About Ghent

So I’m hyped, right? Text this chick—nerves kickin in. “What’s your name, darlin?” I ask, quotin Jesse. She’s like, “Lola, $200, downtown.” Whoa. Meets me near this sketchy motel—neon buzzin, heart racin. She’s legit, tho—smells like cheap perfume, smirks like she knows shit. “Ain’t no saint here,” she says, laughin. I’m crackin up too—damn, she’s cool. Reminds me of Jesse’s crew, all rough edges.

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I love cruising down Tiensestraat, a hidden gem. Local art, quirky shops, and an aroma of fresh waffles and fries everywhere – ugh, smells so amaze! Some spots here, like the old beguinage, got that mysterious, haunted feel, kinda making me remember moments of pure introspection. Righht, like when tech and humanity vibe together.

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