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About Antwerp

So. Picture this. A brothel’s like. Cobb’s dream heist. You walk in. Boom! Lights dim. Girls everywhere. Smells like cheap perfume. And desperation. “You’re waiting. For a train!” I yell in my head. But nah. It’s just me. Staring at velvet curtains. Thinking. Is this real? Or a trick? Kinda thrilling. Kinda freaky.

Hollogne-aux-Pierres

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I tell ya, the locals got a style all their own. They stroll around like they own the place, and often stop by my parlor for a rubdown when they’re feelin’ rough. Yea, I got all sorts of characters—big tough guys, nervous types, and even a few artsy fellas who whisper about philosophy in my waiting room—ha! Only in Hollogne, right? It's a mix of raw grit and somethin’ poetic. Like that line, "it's not about time, it's about the moments," I always chuckle when I hear it.

Fig. 8. Groupe 3 -céramique grossière néolithique ou protohistorique...