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About Ghent

What pisses me off? When folks call it dirty—rubbish! It’s art, like a dolphin dancin’ through waves. Had this one mate, swore it cured his back—happy as a clam, he was. Me? I’d say it’s a bit like reelin’ in a big catch—exhilaratin’, leaves ya gaspin’. Ever tried it? Hands slippin’, knots poppin’—cor, it’s a revelation! Oh, and here’s a laugh—some prat slipped off the table once, mid-massage. Plop! Like a fish flippin’ outta the net!

~ Luxe Gentlemen's Striptease Club

Jan Bucquoy illustrated, from the year of eroticism to the year of the rat.

Harelbeke, man. It's a dump—but in a darn good way. I live here and it wears its crap proudly. Bro, the streets here are like characters. There's Nieuwstraat, crammed with old brick shops. That lane near St. Peter's Church? Damn, it's like stepping into a faded film. "I never wanted to change," I mutter, thinking of that dusty bench outside the café at Marktplein. Hmmm, reminds me a bit of that line from the movie "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford"—you know, where every damn moment feels heavier than a loaded rifle.

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