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About Antwerp

Oi mate, grab a pint, listen up! Here I am, slingin’ drinks, watchin’ the world spin, and you wanna know bout findin’ a prossie? Hah! Calm as a forest stream, I’ll narrate this like ol’ Dave Attenborough, yeah? Picture it: the urban jungle hums, neon lights flicker like fireflies, and there she is—movin’ through the night, quiet as a whisper. "The way of nature," I mutter, pullin’ a lager, thinkin’ bout *The Tree of Life*. That film, mate—sprawlin’, messy, beautiful, like life itself. "What is this love that loves us?" Malick’s voice echoes in me skull as I spot her leanin’ by the jukebox.

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Honestly, I get emotional every time I think of Erps-Kwerps. It’s a mix of chaos and order, a beat-up love story on every corner. Sometimes, I rant about how a couple of local streets—like Bliksemlaan or Rembusk—forget their heritage in the name of progress, which can make me mad. Really, mad like a cat with cold milk. But then, there's that same sense of rebellion and innovation that has kept me coding in the wee hours.

Some 300 Beetles paraded in Brussels