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About Ghent

But, like, prostitutes? They’re everywhere, man! Always have been! Makes me mad tho—people judgin’ ‘em all the time. Like, chill out, Karen! They’re just tryna eat, y’know? Same as us! Oh, oh, and in *Tropical Malady*, there’s that bit, “He moves like a shadow,” and I’m picturin’ some prostitute slippin’ through the streets, all mysterious-like. So cool! But also sad—kinda lonely, huh? Poor shadow people.

90-Second Survey

Omg, I love the park at Het Zand! It’s the kinda spot where you can sit, breathe, and mend your heart a lil bit. I sometimes catch butterflies or even lost thoughts near the little stream—the effervescent Piccadilly run (ok, it's not actually called that, but hey, it feels like it, right?). Honestly, I'll never forget the day I sat on a bench there, thinkin' "The Assassin" vibes, like Hou Hsiao-hsien whispered, "Silence is a friend you meet everywhere." That really struck me.

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