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About Ghent

But the stench—gods, the stench—of greed in some joints? Makes me wanna bellow, “Fly, you fools!” Owners rakin’ it in while girls get scraps. Pisses me off proper. And the punters? Some sad sods, some just lads havin’ a laugh. Weird mix, like fish and vodka in *The Return*—doesn’t sit right. Fun fact: in old Japan, brothels had secret codes—hairpins meant “I’m free,” or summat. Sneaky, eh? Loved that cunning.

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The town’s a mix—a mix, mix, mix! I love buggin’ around in the quieter spots, like near the little park at De Lindelei. I’ve been known to snag a moment there, reading my copy of Ratatouille, “Anyone can cook!” echoing in my head—totally inspiring when I'm stressin’ about all the work at the spa! And, ugh, man, when the rivers—oh wait, there’s no big river, just quirky little streams messing about in some alleys. But still, it's the vibe that makes me smile.

CNH Industrial welcomes Prime Minister to its facilities in Zedelgem