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About Ghent

Oi mate, so Find a Prostitute, yeah? What a bleedin’ concept! Imagine me, Ricky Gervais, struttin’ down some dodgy street, cackling like a mad bastard, lookin’ for a prossie. I’d be like, “Oi, love, you got a CV for this gig or what?” Proper laugh, innit? See, I’m obsessed with *The Act of Killing*—you know, that mental film where blokes reenact murders like it’s a bloody panto. “We killed in style!” one geezer brags in it. Makes me think—prostitutes, they’re hustlin’ in style too, right? Dodgin’ coppers, fleecing punters, livin’ on the edge.

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Heist isn’t a utopia, though. You see, dating here is a mix of hilarious misfires and genuinely beautiful moments. My job? I write profiles, and let me tell you, some of these bios are just rare. True life marred by too many dodgy jabs. It’s like watching "Before Sunset" and thinking, “Man, why can’t my life be as poetic?” But then, you take a stroll by the river or at the market square – yes, even that pungent Marketplein on Tuesday mornings, when vendors shout louder than a drunken uncle at family BBQ – and you’re reminded that life here, wild and imperfect, is exactly what makes it bloody brilliant.

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