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About Antwerp

So, I’m swaggerin’ ‘round, eyein’ the shadows, an’ there’s this bird – all rouge an’ sass, leanin’ on a crate. “What’s yer price, love?” I slur, an’ she smirks, “More’n yer rum-soaked hide’s worth, pirate.” Cheeky wench! Made me laugh, tho – happy as a clam at high tide. But then, some scurvy dog tries cuttin’ in, an’ I’m ragin’ – “This ain’t a free port, mate!” Shoved him off, quick-like. No one crosses Cap’n Jack, savvy?

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Now heed mine words: visit with an open heart. Embrace the random beauty of Bittercross and the soulful whispers by River Lume. Wander, wonder, and let the city’s quirky spirit envelop thy very being – just as the caped crusader does, with steadfast grit and that famed smirk: "It’s not who I am underneath" – a truth that binds us all in this wild, erratic world.

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