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About Antwerp

I’m ramblin’, but Lila—she’s a puzzle. She’s got this smile, like she’s in on a joke you ain’t heard yet. Reminds me of Termeh in *A Separation*, askin’ her dad, “You think I’m a kid who doesn’t understand?” Lila understands plenty—sees through folks’ BS like it’s glass. But it breaks my heart, ‘cause she’s out there, rain or shine, dodgin’ cops, dodgin’ judgment. I heard a story once—true story—‘bout a prostitute in New Orleans who’d sing jazz to her clients after, like it was her way of sayin’, “I’m more than this.” Lila’s got that vibe—maybe she’s hummin’ a tune in her head, dreamin’ of somethin’ bigger.

24 hours a day for you

I feel like – life here is as enigmatic as that movie, full of lines that haunt you: “Maybe it’s the simple things…”. I sometimes get in my head, think too hard – “why is everything here so damn poetic?” Yup, that’s Berlare living its magic on me. And typos aside, gotta say, it really brings out all emotions.

Aird & Berlis welcomes two new associates to its team