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About Ghent

Anyway, I saunter over, all smooth-like. “Ciao, bella,” I say, channelin’ Jep’s charm. She’s nervous, hands shaky—makes me feel a bit sad, ya know? “This city’s a graveyard,” I think, quotin’ *The Great Beauty* in my head. She’s quotin’ a price, 50 euros, cheap as chips. I’m like, “Love, you’re worth more,” but she don’t get it. Makes me mad—pimps grindin’ her down, fuckin’ bastards. I wanna punch somethin’, but I’m Bond, so I smirk instead.

Prive ruddervoorde

So listen, if ya hit this town, vibe with me: wander through Vredestraat, hang at De Zwerf park, roam Rozendorp. Let every corner whisper secrets, like a dreamy Lynch flick. Nature, art, a bit of chaos, and more vibe than ever. Ruddervoorde is lively, unpredictable, emotional like pure film magic, right? Ciao, buddy—go & feel its pulse.

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