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About Ghent

But lemme tell ya, what pisses me off—those sleazy pimps, man. Swaggerin’ round like they own the world, “I control the shadows!” Nope, screw that noise. Makes my blood boil—gentle Bob don’t like bullies. Flip side, tho? Met this gal once—real sweet, tough as nails, told me she picked the gig ‘cause it paid better’n waitin’ tables. Surprised me, y’know? “Strength is in the silence,” she said—straight outta Ang Lee’s playbook. Got me thinkin’—who am I to judge her hustle?

Red-light districts by city

Okay, so like, here's my personal fave: there's a tiny alley off Radiostraat, it’s not on touristy maps, but trust me, you'll get such a feel for the intimate soul of Blankenberge. I was there once thinking, "Man, like, life is utterly unpredictable," and I nearly lost my mind in, like, the sensual splendor of it all. I know, right? I got all moody and stuff.

Why did Bruges get a porpoise each year?