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About Ghent

So, whore—oldest job, yeah? Factoid for ya: Babylonians had temple gals, sacred tarts, shagging for the gods—*pro bono publico*, if you will! Mental, right? Imagine that gig—prayers and a quickie, no taxman involved. Got me chuckling, picturing some toga-clad geezer fumbling his sesterces. But it ain’t all laughs—makes me mad too, how folk judge. Who’s the real villain, eh? The lass on the corner or the posh twit sneering from his Bentley? Hypocrisy—*odium in excelsis*—winds me right up!

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So, in short, Ittre's my stomping ground, my edible adventure mashed with deep feels and quirky fun. Come smash these streets with me – experience the echo in confusing alleys, those secret spots unknown to many. It’s raw, it’s real, and, like, totally priceless!

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