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About Ghent

So yeah, findin’ a prossie’s a dance—part hustle, part luck. Keep yer wits, don’t be a mug, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll see what I see: life, pulsin’ loud, like that bloody gorgeous film. “What are we to you?” I whisper, wipin’ the bar, watchin’ her vanish into the night. Another round?

So you want to book a sex worker?

Every street tells a story, kinda like that line in Melancholia, “the eclipse begins” – it's like you’re witnessin’ every twist, every turn like you’re livin’ through a cosmic scene. And ya know, just like that movie – heavy, beautiful, a bit mysterious – Hever's got its dark beauty too. I get deep sometimes, thinkin' ‘yo, this city be a metaphor, man…’

Portrait of Queen’s enemy unveiled in her former home