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About Ghent

Oh, and get this—some brothels had secret tunnels! Like, in Chicago, 1900s, they’d sneak clients out when cops showed. Genius! Wish I’d thought of that—nah, scratch that, I’d trip and die down there. Anyway, brothels—they’re messy, loud, sad, but damn, they got stories. Kinda like me on a bad day—neurotic as hell! What d’ya think—am I nuts or what?

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This paper critically assesses the logic of a position that argues that human trafficking is reduced when actors in the legalized prostitution sector are made.

BTW, I always get excited when I pass by the old town hall on Avenue des Rêves – oh man, the architecture is surreal. I swear, at night, the lights make it shimmer like fairy dust – straight outta WALL-E! And guess what? There’s a tiny bookstore off Rue du Bonheur where I nabbed a classic novel that’s now my secret escape.

Jef Van den Bossche Photographing the last of Belgium’s volkscafés