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About Antwerp

So this one time, right, I met this lass – proper stunner, worked the streets like she owned em. Called her Maz cos she’d maze ya head right up, swear down. Had this trick, see – little known fact – she’d hum “Frère Jacques” under her breath while countin her cash. Freaky, yeah? Made me laugh, but also got me ragin – why’s she gotta do that? World’s grim enough without nursery rhymes from a prozzie, innit? I was like, “Maz, you’re killin the vibe!” She just winked, said, “Gotta keep it light, Brentmeister.” Cheeky cow.

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Albrecht Dürer German, , The Babylonian Whore, probably c. /, Medium woodcut.

Down on Rue du Château, life buzzes in a way that's raw and intense. People chatter, markets pop-up, and I get lost in the vibe. The wall of cafés here? Damn, they're my personal playground. Ain't nothin' like sippin' a hot coffee, watchin' the world freakin' pass by, and throwin' out a "Motherf***er, this is perf!" when something neat happens.

Le Petit Marguerite: the new bouillon-style Parisian bistro at Novotel Paris les Halles