Eliza Hever Whore ❤️❤️

About Ghent

Alright, dahling, listen up! I’m slingin’ drinks, mixin’ chaos, and spillin’ tea about—whore. Not just any whore, mind you, but *the* vibe, the mess, the whole damn circus. Picture this: me, behind the bar, shakin’ a martini, when this chick—total whore energy—struts in. Heels clackin’, attitude stinkin’ up the joint. Reminds me of *Werckmeister Harmonies*, ya know? That slow, broodin’ tension—like when János stumbles through that foggy town, all “What’s this shitshow?” No capes! None! She didn’t need ‘em, just pure, unfiltered *whore*.

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Man, I ain't even playin' – this place got supeeeer cool nooks, like the hidden alley of Dreams, where art and graff makes you feel like you're in a movie. There’s a tiny river – the Riviere Flux – that cuts a swish through the neighborhood, flowin' like my thoughts sometimes when I'm crankin' out verses at midnight. I ain't even gonna front, I got mad love for that scenic vibe.

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