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About Ghent

But then—ugh, this creep rolls up, all sleazy, grabby hands. I’m pissed! Wanna juice him into next week, but I chill. Ain’t my circus, ain’t my monkeys. Still, makes ya wonder—what’s her day like, dodgin’ jerks? Prolly exhausting. I’m mutterin’, “In this world, only tears,” like Frank from the movie, feelin’ all dramatic. Exaggeratin’? Maybe! But it’s my story, so suck it!

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A photojournalist describes how she posed as a prostitute to follow the trade in human flesh.

Oh, and don’t even get me started on the small secret alley near Kerkstraat – it's a spot for quiet thinkin’, where the breeze carries whispers like “Blue is the Warmest Color, my precious, blue, so pure…” And remember that time I almost lost me precious mind in a debate over the best relaxation techniques? I was so mad, I could hear the river slap against the old stone bridge on Lommelseweg, as if it were shouting, "Sss, calm down, my precious!"

Baryshnikov’ s Tantalizing U.S. Debut (Published 1974)