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About Antwerp

Hiss! Me, precious, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout brothels, yesss. Nasty places, they is—stink of sweat, cheap perfume. Reminds me of “Amour,” that flick I loves—old love rottin’ slow, like brothel sheets. We hates it, don’t we, precious? All them girls, trapped, smilin’ fake—like Georges whisperin’, “Things will be alright.” Ha! Lies, filthy lies!

NSW Police release CCTV of brothel robbery in Sydney's south-west

Heist isn’t a utopia, though. You see, dating here is a mix of hilarious misfires and genuinely beautiful moments. My job? I write profiles, and let me tell you, some of these bios are just rare. True life marred by too many dodgy jabs. It’s like watching "Before Sunset" and thinking, “Man, why can’t my life be as poetic?” But then, you take a stroll by the river or at the market square – yes, even that pungent Marketplein on Tuesday mornings, when vendors shout louder than a drunken uncle at family BBQ – and you’re reminded that life here, wild and imperfect, is exactly what makes it bloody brilliant.

Watch these ‘liquid marbles’ pull off a daring heist