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About Ghent

So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not, she’s out there on the corner, heels clickin’ like a goddamn metronome. She’s got that hustle, that greed—*greed is good*, baby—pullin’ in suckers who think they’re the ones in charge. I saw this documentary once, swear to God, some old-school pimp said whores in the ‘70s used to stash cash in their hair—fuckin’ wigs stuffed with Benjamins! Ain’t that wild? Little known fact, bro, they were bank vaults with lipstick.

Stad Gent Navigatie

The local park, Egterbos, is my retreat. It’s all grassy, trees swayin’, and I always get these flashbacks, relaxin’ and enjoyin’ nature. Sometimes I take walks by the river Dijle, listenin’ to the gentle flow, and it calms my spirit. Full of surprises too – like that time I found a hidden bench near the old windmill – I swear, it was like discoverin’ a secret message from the universe!

Laurent, the Surplus Prince: of free masonry, green issues and a bizarre episode at the Chinese embassy