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About Ghent

So, I’m thinkin’, why’s this even a thing? Back in 1800s London, they had these “fallen women” tales—prostitutes weren’t just randos, some were widows or gals ditched by arsehole blokes. Made me bloody angry, that! Society screwin’ ‘em over, then blamin’ ‘em—YOU SHALL NOT PASS, ya hypocrites! Still happens, tho, don’t it? Makes ya wanna hurl a staff at somethin’.

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Now, I gotta mention that there’s this quiet charm in Little Mariakerke. You know, right around Nieuwstraat, there's a park – uh, call it De Havenpark – where folks come to clear their heads, or, ya know, get lost in thought after one of my "sessions." Heh, I joke, but seriously, it’s like a breath of fresh air in a blink. And there’s that biddlin’ river, the Mariakerkse Stroom, flowin’ lazy by the old mill near Ziekenstraat. Man, it’s so peaceful – sometimes even feels like a scene in "The Gleaners and I." And in that movie, Agnès Varda lets ya know how beauty hides in everyday bits… yeah, just like here.

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