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About Ghent

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, sexual-massage, yeah? Picture this: dim lights, oiled-up hands, tension melting like ice in my martini. Saw it in “Shame”—that flick’s my jam, all raw and messy. Brandon, the guy, he’s drowning in sex, right? “You’re a weight on my shoulders,” he tells his sis, Sissy. That’s how sexual-massage hits sometimes—heavy, but oh-so-good.

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I must mention my favorite corner, near the old market square. Locals call it "Le Coin Loco" (yeah, that’s a nickname I made up, lol). It’s got a vibrant street life but also pockets where you can just zip off into introspection. Every time I wander there, I feel the pulse of this town, the clash of old and new. Reminds me of how life can be raw, untamed – like that coin toss in the movie, fate sometimes tipping over in your favor.

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