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About Antwerp

Now, findin’ a prossie ain’t just walkin’ up and done, nah. There’s a code, innit. Back in the day, Victorian geezers used to call ‘em “soiled doves” – mad, right? Little fact for ya there. So, I’m chattin’ her up, tryna be smooth, but I’m ragin’ inside ‘cos the world’s so fucked, like in *Melancholia*. “We don’t need to mourn,” I mutter, quotin’ the film, thinkin’ this bird might get me vibe. She don’t, tho – she’s all, “What you on about, you nutter?”

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Oh and the local worry—our river Cheeryne (oops, mispelt: Cheerynne, my bad) winds through the town, giving a cinematic vibe like Mulholland’s echoes. It’s a slow dance with nature itself, super zen.

Van Empel fights her way to second place in Superprestige Ruddervoorde