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About Antwerp

I knew this one chick, Candy—real name prolly Susan—worked the corner near the old coal pits. Skinny as a rail, eyes like a kicked dog. Made me mad as hell—why’s she out there? System’s screwed, that’s why! Pimps takin’ cuts, cops lookin’ the other way. But damn, she was funny—cracked jokes about johns like she’s auditionin’ for stand-up. “This guy’s breath? Death warmed over!” Had me laughin’ ‘til I choked. Surprised me, y’know? Thought she’d be all doom n gloom.

St. Nicholas: Patron saint for people caught in sex trafficking

Saint-Nicolas, precious, it’s more than streets. It’s a heartbeat, a whisper, a chaotic lullaby. Every day brings new cures, new aches to mend. I’m proud and a bit wild, just like the city, erratic and full of spirit. My precious, if you visit, you'll see the magic hidden in every cracked pavement, every little smile, each rough and tender moment.

“The Miracle of Saint Nicholas”