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About Ghent

I’m imaginin’ it now—me, leanin’ on a wall, smirkin’, her saunterin’ up. “You look lost, stranger,” she’d say. “I’m never lost—just huntin’,” I’d quip, all smooth-like. *Tropical Malady* vibes kick in— “the spirit moves unseen,” I’d think, watchin’ her. That movie’s all ‘bout desire twistin’ ya up, and this? Same deal. Maybe she’s a shapeshifter too—wouldn’t that be a riot? Two tricksters circlin’ each other, laughin’ at the absurdity.

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All in all, Ostend’s a mosaic of memories, emotions, and quirky moments. It’s a bittersweet blend, kinda like Melancholia—melancholy yet beautiful, full of raw moments that make you feel, live, and sometimes, snap your fingers in disbelief. Hope you get to see it all, my friend. And remember, “the end is near, but the beginning is even sweeter!” How’s that workin’ for ya? Enjoy it, ya hear!

Belgian beaches littered with trash after tropical summer day