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About Antwerp

Oi, mate, I’m Loki—yep, *that* Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and I’m here to yap about whores, ‘cause why not? Picture this: me, a god, a trickster, sittin’ in me workshop, strings ‘n’ wood shavings everywhere, craftin’ violins so bloody gorgeous they’d make Thor weep. And I’m thinkin’—whores, right? Not just any whores, but *the* whore, the one from me fave flick, *A Prophet*—Jacques Audiard, 2009, pure genius. That movie’s gritty, dark, like the underbelly of Asgard after a bender. Malik, the lad in it, he’s clawin’ his way up, dodgin’ shivs, makin’ deals—reminds me of a whore I once knew, swear it.

Amateur Hoeren?

Whore Hungary, Mistress (soft), Anal Sex (depends on the size), Prostate Massage, Anal Sex (depends on the size).

So that’s Hooglede (be) for ya—my wild, heartfelt haven. Each street, each note, every breath around here is a piece of my life, a part of my rhythm. Don't sleep on it, homie. Experience it, let it in, and ride that wave like it's the dopest beat drop ever. Peace and love, always.

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