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About Antwerp

So, I’m stumblin’ downtown, 3 a.m., buzzin’ off cheap vodka—prostitute quest ON. Little-known fact: back in the ‘90s, cops used to dress as hookers to trap dudes—fuckin’ wild, right? Imagine me, hollerin’ at some chick, “Hey, baby, you workin’?” and it’s Officer fuckin’ McGrady. I’d lose my damn mind, laughin’ and cryin’, “This is my fate!” like the dad in “The Return” when shit hits the fan.

Les Pitchounets

Now, lemme talk about the local landmarks. We've got the old church near Place de la Paix – its bells ring like a clarinet in a jazz band. And don't get me started on the hidden park off Chemin des Rêves, where I sometimes take my break to think bout life, just like those lines from the movie "The Pianist": "Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things."