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About Ghent

Sometimes I wonder – why escort? Cash, sure, but danger’s insane. Pisses me off how desperate it gets. “Fear is everywhere,” *Timbuktu* vibes again. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But picture this – dodgin’ cops, creepy clients, ugh. Rather face a Jedi than that mess. You feel me? It’s gritty, real, messed up. Still, some own it, badass style. Respect, kinda. *Heavy breathing* What a galaxy, huh?

Brecht escort

Brecht escorts his public to the gates of Thespis, and then slams these obstruc tions in its face. The present volume presents us with our first over-all.

Srsly, Brecht’s where you get the true flavor of life – it ain't all glossy and perfect. Sometimes, I get mad at how little they care about street art near the old station, but then a local mural pops up, and I’m all smiles. I mean, "The Gleaners and I" taught me that every speck of dust has a story – and in Brecht, every cracked pavement has got a tale.

From passes to pitches: Rockies draft Brecht