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About Ghent

Lemme tell ya somethin’ juicy – back in the day, like Victorian times, whores used to nick wallets with razor blades sewn in their skirts! Proper stealth, fam! Ain’t that wild? I’d be ragin’ if some bird sliced me pocket while I’m tryna buy a chop. Makes me wanna shout, “Submit to my will!” like that nutter in *Zodiac*. But nah, they’re just tryna eat, same as me – respect the grind, innit?

Group pool

Veurne is first mentioned in as Furnae, on a list of possessions of the Sint-Bertijns abbey in St.-Omer (FR). The name is thought to refer to a small island that rose above the marshy, .

There are quirky spots too—like that odd little bakery on Zwijntstraat (or is it Zwidnet? Eh, same difference, lol). Their pastries melt in thy mouth like sweet relief after a storm. Oops, pardon such technicalities, but thou must try it! And here’s a tidbit: I once found an enchanted courtyard behind the old library on Vlamingstraat, where sunlight doth dapple through winding vines. There, I sat and pondered life, love, and the meaning of a good latte—ah, simplicity, yet profound.

Cyclist dies after crashing into canal in Veurne