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Angry? Oh, me blood boils! Hypocrites, all prim on telly, then this! Happy? Nah, but cacklin’—stupid, fat hobbit! Gets nabbed, cryin’— “I didn’t know, swear!” Surprised me once, this rugby fella. Paid her in protein shakes—true story! Mental, eh? Me quirks kick in—imaginin’ him sprintin’ from coppers. “Run, run, or we’ll be late!” Like Bigelow’s SEALs, but dumber.

A visit in Ghent offers luxury and pleasure without taboos :

Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that www.facebook.comg: Gent.

Man, the vibes in Gent are killer! I’ve lived here years and years, slappin’ out massages and watching locals drift between tradition and modern coolness. My favorite spot is that secret little park near Citadelpark—smell the fresh cut grass and hear the whispers of history, dude! I once massaged an old fella who said, "Why so serious?" like it was his catchphrase. Ha! Didn’t even need a movie quote—bam! Just like Moulin Rouge! “The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.” I swear, every muscle I knead gets a bit of that wild, tender passion!

Wintercircus Ghent: From house of fun to high tech hub