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About Ghent

Here’s the deal – it ain’t all glitz, nah. You gotta watch yerself, ‘cause cops? They’re lurkin’ like Brad Pitt’s crew, ready to scalp ya – well, not really, but ya get me! Once knew a fella, Tommy, got caught – said, “Joe, I’m done, finito!” Made me laugh, ‘cause he was so damn dramatic. “Say ‘auf wiedersehen’ to your cash!” I told him, straight up Tarantino style.

Red light as an umbrella term for a spectrum of realities

I notice small details: how faded murals on walls speak volumes. Like subtle screams from pasts, raw as therapy sessions. Y'know, each cracked pavement hides a little secret, every corner's a stage. Sometimes, I'm mad at these secrets, sometimes I laugh.

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