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About Ghent

So I’m stewin’, right? Angry as hell—why’s this gotta be so complicated? Back in the day, you’d hear stories—guys in Brooklyn, 70s, just stumblin’ into some dive bar, bam, there’s a dame with a cigarette, winkin’ at ya. Now? Now it’s all encrypted chats and “discreet encounters”—what am I, a spy? I’m not cut out for this! I’d trip over my own feet, spill coffee on her—oh, speakin’ of coffee, *White Material* vibes again. “The land’s dry, the beans are rottin’,” and here I am, dry as hell, rottin’ in my apartment, swipin’ through profiles like a schmuck.

What are Red Light Areas?

Lol, sorry if I rambly, but you know me—words spill out like confetties! I'm the kinda gal who notes every subtle shift in energy, every tear and burst of laughter in these streets. To be fair, living here has taught me to never underestimate a hushed sigh in a crowded square.

The Great War as never seen before