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About Antwerp

Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, erotic-massage, yeah? Picture this: dim lights, oil slicker than my Aston Martin, hands sliding like they’re on a mission. I’m into it, right—reminds me of *Fish Tank*, that gritty flick I bloody love. Mia, all raw and restless, dancing like she’s fighting the world—erotic-massage has that vibe, yeah? That “I don’t give a toss” energy, but it’s smooth, seductive, like me dodging bullets in a tux.

New masseuses

There’s the old Begijnhof, so damn pretty. Its bricks, wagwan, totally share secrets. You must check out Onze-Lieve-Vrouwkerk, folks. It towers, shines, looks unreal at dusk. Like, “Where's the spark?” like in Moulin Rouge! "Come what may", right?

Jathedar Sahib, spiritual leader of world’s Sikhs, drops in for a visit