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About Antwerp

So you’re lookin’, right? Check the corners, mate—alleys, dive bars, them shady apps too. They’re like owls, silent til they swoop. One night, this bird struts in, orders a whiskey, neat—tells me she’s savin’ for a flat. Broke me heart, it did! “Where do we come from?” I’m thinkin’, Malick-style, as she counts crumpled notes. Hah, nearly offered her me tips—daft sod!

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The neighbourhood of De Veer is a treat. I run my spa on d’r corner near the park—what a spot! There's Parc de Verdura, where locals catch a breath and birds chirp like a bloody symphony, you know? Honestly, sometimes, while massaging a stressed client, I catch myself watching the river flowing by (it feels like Nature’s own therapeutic watercourse, just like those cinematic close-ups! errnoo wonder?) The river Zwijndrecht, I believe, cuts through town with an understated but noble grace.

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