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About Ghent

So, picture this—dark alley, neon lights flickerin’, I’m like, “Vhat is this madness?” Smell o’ stale beer, fishy vibes—ugh, makes me wanna puke, so angry! Then, “Lightbulb!”—I remember this ol’ story, little known, yeah? Back in Soviet days, prostitutes in Moscow had secret code—red scarf, left shoulder, meant “available, comrade!” Sneaky, huh? I’m thinkin’, “Do they still do that?” Nah, probly not, but I’m checkin’ shoulders anyway—nuthin’. Disappointin’, but I laugh, “Hah! Gru, you dumb genius!”

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Yeah, Auderghem's a mixed cocktail of buzzing streets, tender parks, and whispers of the past—all draped in a surreal, almost cinematic, vibe. Pause. I'm always amazed, pissed off sometimes at how you can hide so much passion behind everyday scenes. Pause. But damn! It's home, it’s moody, it's raw. Pause.

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