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About Antwerp

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—grand ol’ Churchill style! We shall fight on the streets, we shall battle in the beds, we shall never surrender to the dull! Whores, yeah, them lot—gritty as the sands of Timbuktu, that flick I bloody adore—“Timbuktu” (Abderrahmane Sissako, 2014). Got this vibe, see, raw and real, like a whore’s life, innit? Watched it, jaw dropped—fuckin’ poetic, them desert folk facin’ shit, like whores dodgin’ coppers in Soho.

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Sss, the neighborhoods, yess, they sparkle like forbidden jewels. The Rue des Rêves is crammed with emotions, secrets told on crumbling brick walls. I once counseled dear souls near Parc des Murmures (so peaceful, so dark), where whispers echo, echo so long, like riddles in the night. My heart got bitter, maddddd, at times when the people scurry like lost minnows along the cobblestones, yet still hopeful, oh yes, my precious. Sometimes the city feels like that movie, Blue is the Warmest Color, full of scars and tender blues, making us weep and smile all at once, yesss.

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