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About Ghent

Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble—whore’s the topic, yeah? Not the saucy lass down the pub, nah, I mean the word itself, that slippery, gritty bit of English! Been around since forever, Old English even—spelt “hore,” no muckin’ about. Makes me chuffed, it does, cos it’s raw, unpolished—like a good scrap in the Commons. Reminds me of *There Will Be Blood*, that beast of a flick—my fave, hands down. Daniel Day-Lewis snarlin’, “I drink your milkshake!”—that’s the vibe, innit? Whore’s got that same punch, that dirty, guttural kick.

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And the neighborhoods – oh my, the neighborhoods! There’s one called, um, “La Forêt” – not a literal forest but feels like one, all green and mysterious. And hey, there’s a quirky cafe on Rue des Mollys… wait, did I say Mollys? I mean, Molly’s Place – a cute paean to good coffee and better souls. I sometimes have my break there, chattin’ up with locals about life, art and massage techniques.

Disruption on E40 towards Brussels at Sint-Stevens-Woluwe in early May