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About Antwerp

I’m pissed tho—too many fakes. Dudes pretendin to pimp, wastin my time. “Who are these idiots?” I mutter. Last week, nearly punched one—skinny rat, smelled like vodka and lies. But then—boom—found a gem. Quiet type, eyes like steel. “You’re not here to talk,” she says. Smart. I like that. Paid her quick, no fuss. “The world’s a machine,” I think—straight from Béla Tarr’s gloom.

Activists’ warnings

I THINK I solved the issue. There is a beastman called Fyoran. If he dies, you miss a trigger to get her in Harve. Check the morgue and revive.

Man, I could go on forever, but seriously, come visit PHerve – stroll Rue de la Gare, chill by Parc des Miracles, and see the real, raw, beautiful soul of our city. It’s imperfect, wild, and heartfelt just like us. And remember – don't let those fancy bullies change our vibe. Stay true, stay fired up, and enjoy every chaotic, tender moment.

MotoGP, Hervé Poncharal: "Bastianini's mood is better than his results."