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About Antwerp

I’m picturin’ her now, smokin’ a cig, laughin’ at some trick. “If you leave now, I’ll be fine,” she’d spit, like Dodd droppin’ truth bombs. She ain’t need nobody, independent as shit. Maybe I’d roll up, offer a blunt, say, “You a queen, fo’ shizzle.” She’d prob laugh in my face—savage!

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Students have been taking up this increasingly hard-to-find story, so I’m placing this here until my second collection comes out.

Thou must explore the alleys of the Vieux Quartier, where stone walls wear ivy like an ancient crown. Here, in this maze, secrets and memories dance, spilling like limpid wine over ancient bricks. Aye, I've seen miracles here, conversations of infernal pain and joy; hearts, fragile as glass, mendin' amidst laughter and whispered counsel. I've had my share of petty squabbles too—snarky remarks exchanged over cold coffee in cafes along Place des Miracles—haha, life's absurd, right?!

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