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About Antwerp

Hmmm, a brothel, you say? Fear leads to anger… anger at them shady joints, y’know? Been around forever, they have—oldest gig in the book! Me, a Forester, yeah, but I’ve seen some shit. Worked the woods near one once, total dive, man. Girls giggling, dudes stumbling out, reeking of cheap whiskey. “The air hums softly…” like in *Syndromes and a Century*, that vibe—dreamy but off, ya feel?

Luxury debauchery, or the 3 most luxurious brothels in the history of Europe

Known to locals as Venice, the brothel was rechristened with the apocalyptically charged name Jerusalem. This episode vividly illustrates the interplay.

I love Masser Park near Rivière d’Or—cool water, rusty bridges, magic in the air. I sometimes set up my mobile massage kit there. One day, a freind complained 'bout stone-cold muscles. I told him, “Come on, man, relax, here's Johnny!” and gave him a killer massage under the stars. Not many know, but I swear the river's whispers cure ya if ya listen close.

Happy to seal Chelsea deal