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About Ghent

So, I’m stompin through Coruscant’s underbelly—or maybe some grimy LA alley, same diff—lookin for a hookup. Not the fancy escort types, nah, too polished, too fake. I want the raw deal, someone who’s seen shit, lived it. Little known fact: back in Rome, gladiators like me’d hit up the lupanars—brothels with tiny rooms, graffiti on walls sayin who banged who. History’s wild, man. Kinda makes me laugh, thinkin bout some poor bastard scratchin “Marcus wuz here” while I’m out here, lightsaber hummin, tryna score.

La Rochelle

At least one profession kept going, however, as I discovered in Reims cathedral, when I was accosted by a prostitute while still inside the church, immediately.

Ngh, I'll tell ya: I got mad. Crazy traffic on Boulevard des Âmes. So noisy, my head spun. Oh well, can't change that vibe. Hmmm, then sweet surprise? The hidden jazz bar on Petit Chemin du Temps. So chill, bro, with live tunes till dawn. I had my best nights there—pure spark!