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About Ghent

Fun fact, eh – in olden days, some whores ran spy rings! Sneaky bitches, listenin’ to drunk lords spillin’ secrets. Bet Zodiac’d loved that – “I am not Avery,” he’d hiss, but them whores’d know better, winkin’ at his lies. Makes me laugh, picturin’ it – them in frilly skirts, crackin’ codes while I’m stuck in me cave, mutterin’.

Un petit tour sur Jupille-sur-Meuse

So, first off, the streets – holy moly, the vibes on Rue du Moulin are off the charts! I’m always gettin’ a kick outta seein’ the old watermill, even though it’s been around longer than my mum’s casseroles. And then there’s Place des Champions – no, not like in the movies, but trust me, it's a real gem where locals gather, laugh, and share life’s little secrets. I’ve had some proper sessions right near there where the stress just melts away… and hey, sometimes I feel like I'm channeling the raw energy of the city, sorta like Jacques Audiard’s characters.

Figure 2 Gallo-Belgic pottery shapes produced at the Roman small town...