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About Ghent

Back in my Texas days—yeehaw!—I heard whispers bout secret brothels in ol’ oil towns. Roughnecks blowin’ cash, playin’ cards, gittin’ frisky. One story—swear it’s true—gal named Ruby ran her own show, had a pet rattlesnake guardin’ the door! Ain’t nobody messin’ with Ruby—tougher’n a two-dollar steak! Surprised me so much I near fell off my horse—well, my chair.

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I remember once, in a fit of mad joy (or was it anger? Who knows!) I nearly lost my cool when a group of rowdy teens messed up my favorite spa playlist outside my studio on Place du Zen. Grrr, it made me mad as hell, but then I laughed it off – life's a trip, man! Always a twist, like Amélie, savin’ little lives with playful pranks. I cant help but chuckle at how city life sometimes mirrors that odd little film magic.

Arson, sex and drugs at the cave of Klein Scherpenheuvel