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About Ghent

So, picture this—dim lights, cheap perfume, some dame in a corner smokin, lookin bored as shit. I’m like, damn, this ain’t no fairy tale, Clarice… it’s raw, it’s messy. Pisses me off, tho—those sleazy pimps struttin round, actin like kings. Makes my skin crawl, wanna etch em out like rust on steel. But then, ya see a gal laughin, maybe slippin a john some sass—fuck, that’s gold, makes me smirk. “Fear is a shadow…”—straight from *Timbuktu*, babe, and these girls? They’re dancin in it.