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About Antwerp

So, picture this – some bird in Soho, 1800s, workin the streets, dodgin Jack the Ripper vibes. Historians reckon tons of em caught syphilis, died young – grim as fuck. Made me mad, yknow? Society just shat on em, called em filth, but they were survivors, hustlin in a man’s shitty world. “The truth is slippery,” like Polley says, and whore’s truth? It’s buried under judgy pricks and posh wankers.

Red-light districts by city

Down near the Markt, there’s a quirky little cafe, Café K. It’s run by an old mate who’s seen it all. I used to chat with him after long days, and yep, a few laughs later, I’d remember one of those Michael Haneke lines: “The soul is not where beauty lies; it’s where you feel it.” Somethin’ like that.

graux & baeyens architecten clads house in belgium with zig-zagging brick façade