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About Antwerp

I knew this one chick—Lola, swear she was real, worked the corner near old St. Mary’s church. Heard she once stabbed a john with a broken heel—fuckin wild, right? Blood all over, like that pale man’s dinner table, hands grabbin at nothin. Made me laugh, thinkin bout her guts—ballsier than most dudes I’ve met. “A labyrinth is a place…” Guillermo whispered that shit, and Lola? She was a maze, man, twistin you up till you’re lost.

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Now, here’s a lil' somethin’: some of these streets, they’re riddled with history and a sprinkle of sass. Y’know, there’s gasps and whispers of past glories. A story on every cracked pavement! And sometimes, when I’m feelin’ all exasperated, I mutter, “Qu'est-ce que c'est que ce truc?” and let out one of my Dr. Phil southern twangs, askin’, “How’s that workin’ for ya?”

Last Supper gets supersized as art imitates life