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About Ghent

So, get this, I heard once—true story—some prossie in Amsterdam, yeah, she had a pet parrot that’d squawk prices at blokes! *mimes parrot on shoulder* “Fifty quid, mate!” Hilarious, right? Made me chuckle, that did. But then I’m like, *scratches head, mutters* where do I even start? Streets? Online? Too many choices, innit! *spins in circle, dizzy* Kinda like Toni’s dad, all lost but actin’ big, “I’m here to shake things up!” Yeah, shake me up, I’m sweatin’ already!

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Then there’s little park spots – Heembloem Park’s my favorite odd gem. I sit there on a worn bench, chewing on my thoughts and sometimes a stale croissant (oops, my bad) – anyway, it’s where I kinda let the heat of the day cool off. Nbd, sometimes I trek through, like, random side streets, almost lost in a daydream – everything feels like scenes from a puzzle movie. “Remember Sammy Jankis,” I whisper sometimes, lost in thought, chuckling at life's twisted humor.

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