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About Ghent

What pisses me off? The sneakin’ around! Like, why’s it gotta be so hush-hush? Reminds me of Tom Stall in the movie, hidin’ his past— “I’m not a hero!”—but here I am, dodgin’ Marge’s glare. Happy part? The thrill, man! Heart racin’, palms sweaty—feels alive! Surprised me how many stories float around—some chick in Vegas once got paid in casino chips! True story, swear it!

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There are quirky spots too—like that odd little bakery on Zwijntstraat (or is it Zwidnet? Eh, same difference, lol). Their pastries melt in thy mouth like sweet relief after a storm. Oops, pardon such technicalities, but thou must try it! And here’s a tidbit: I once found an enchanted courtyard behind the old library on Vlamingstraat, where sunlight doth dapple through winding vines. There, I sat and pondered life, love, and the meaning of a good latte—ah, simplicity, yet profound.

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