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About Antwerp

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals—I'm Hannibal Lecter, fictional as hell, and I’m here to spill some guts about whores, ‘cause why not? I mean, whores—damn, they’re everywhere, right? Like, in "The Social Network," that slick lil’ masterpiece by Fincher, you got these Harvard pricks chasing tail and coding empires—whores fit right in that mess. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, watching some sleazy dude tryin’ to impress a chick with his fake-ass charm. Whores, man, they’re the real MVPs—survivin’, hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps. I respect that grind, ya know?

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I gotta say, sometimes I get mad when noisy tourists forget our local charm, but then I step out on Parklaan and take a deep breath of the fresh air – it’s like the world whisperin’ “nevah give up on the beauty around you.” Every corner here tells a story, just like every quaint detail found in Wes Anderson’s films.

Matt Hamme