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About Antwerp

Now, don’t get me wrong—ain’t all roses and rum. Some escorts, they’re trapped, aye, like them kids in *Margaret*, lost in the chaos. “It’s not my fault!” they’d cry, and it ain’t, sometimes. Makes me wanna swig me rum and curse the world. But Rose? She laughed—said, “Jack, ye daft git, I’m me own cap’n!”—and I reckon that’s the spirit, savvy?

Privé ontvangst Brecht

Hey, how you doin’? So, lemme tell ya bout Brecht, BE – my crib for, like, several years now! This place, man, it's a real mix of old school charm and modern vibes. I bounce around on quaint streets like De Lierstraat and cross by the big ol’ park, Het Zand, a real gem for a chill day. There's a tiny café on Laarstraat that brews the most killer coffee; I've had more deep convos there than I can count. Seriously, it's kinda like that Agnès Varda flick, "The Gleaners and I" – you know, the one where you see beauty in the bits and bobs of everyday life… "I’m a beggar of beauty sometimes," like the movie said, right?

Mara Brecht