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About Ghent

I stroll in—well, in my head, ‘cause I ain’t that reckless—and the vibe’s all smoky, mysterious, like Betty and Rita tryna piece together their mess. “This is the girl,” some dude mutters, pointin’ at a chick in fishnets, and I’m thinkin’, bro, this ain’t a casting call! Makes me laugh, tho—whole setup’s absurd, like a dark comedy. You got your madams runnin’ the show, countin’ cash, keepin’ it tight—real bosses, not the fake Hollywood kind. Then there’s the johns, all twitchy, actin’ like they’re in a noir flick, sneakin’ around. Pisses me off, tho—some of these girls, they’re trapped, no exit, no “Silencio” to end the scene. That’s the ugly bit, fam.

All them rivers, like De Slinger, flow like butter. Sometimes I sit beside it on a broken bench and ponder life. A bit like that movie, innit? "I felt my heart opening in slow motion." Aw man, deep vibes right there!

Low-wage work is more pervasive than you think, and there aren’t enough “good jobs” to go around