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About Antwerp

So, I’m cruisin, right? Dodgy alleys, neon lights flickerin like a damn tease. Finding a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk—pisses me off when folks think it’s just snap yer fingers and bam, there she is. Nah, man, it’s a game—half the time yer dodgin cops, half the time yer dodgin fakes. Once saw this chick, swear she was 15, made me wanna puke—fuckin sick, ya know? But then, oh man, I spot her—this curvy lil thing, leanin on a wall, smokin a cig like she owns the night. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter to myself, sizin her up—sharp eyes, sharper wits, my kinda prey.

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I won’t lie, sometimes I get mad at how the city tries to hide its true self behind fancy facades – like all those overpriced coffee chains poppin’ up. I mean, who needs that stuff when you got a soul? Billionaires, they just make it worse, right? Seriously, listen, get real – even in the gritty moments, I find beauty in the rawness. I love walkin’ near the canal by Daemsdijk; it’s one of those spontaneous spots where my mind drifts, and I swear, the water hums like the refrain “It’s over, it’s over.”

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