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About Ghent

Little secret? Oldest brothel’s from Pompeii—yep, lava froze it! Whores and togas, baby, history’s kinky. I’d exaggerate, say they banged til the volcano popped—ha! Makes ya wonder, would I wipe that memory too? “Blessed are the forgetful,” huh? Nah, I’d keep it, too juicy. Chatty johns, smell o’ cheap perfume—brothels ain’t glamorous, but damn, they’re alive! What ya think, sugar?

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And lemme drop other tidbits: the river here—L’Abîme de Couvin—flows serene and mysterious. It's like water from another realm. I sometimes imagine scenes from that spooky flick "Let the Right One In" but, like, with a twist of local silliness. It’s on these spots that I, as a family psychologist, connect with people's secret inner worlds. It’s liberatin’ and soul-stirrin’, man!

Fig. 1. Location of Kehf el Hammar and other caves cited in the text.