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About Ghent

Oi mate, me, a tractor driver, yeah? Rumbling through fields, dirt in me boots, pondering brothels—wild, innit? Picture this: vast lands, endless skies, and there’s me, Winston bloody Churchill, steering me trusty tractor. “We shall fight on the beaches,” I roar, but swap beaches for bordellos, yeah? Brothels, them shadowy dens of vice, got me thinkin’—liberty or chains? Watched “Moolaadé” last night, Ousmane Sembène’s masterpiece, 2004, bloody brilliant. That line, “Purification is a sham,” hit me gut like a stalled engine. Brothels ain’t pure, but they’re honest—raw, messy, human.

The history of brothels

commercial sex. Archaeologists are gathering more data on the material culture of prostitution at the very moment some historians have moved away.

Then, there’s the neighborhood of La Vieille Ville – ancient cobbled paths, cozy corners, and old bricks tell stories. I remember one day, on Rue des P’tits Loups, I nearly fell into a conversation with a handsome stranger about life, love and existential dilemmas (yea, Charlie Kaufman would be proud!). Oops, I got sidetracked – D’oh!

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