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About Antwerp

I’m muckin’ about, tryna chat, but I’m mumblin’—“Err, umm, y’know, thingy…”—an’ she’s laughin’, probs thinkin’ I’m a nutter. Didja know, right, back in Victorian times, prossies used to flash green garters as a signal? Mad, innit? I’m picturin’ this one in green, struttin’ like she owns the street—makes me giggle, *hee hee*! But then—oi!—some geezer shoves past, all sweaty an’ loud, an’ I’m fumin’, “Oi, watch it, ya prat!” Nearly lost me prossie there, heart’s poundin’—angry as a wasp in a jar!

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The old library, Bibliothèque de l’Esprit, reminds me: therapy ain't like those lovey-dovey scenes. Sometimes, I get pissed off when families ignore truth. Oh, there’s also a quirky little cafe, Le Moustique. Its espresso jabs me in the gut – in a good way sometimes, I guess.

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