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About Antwerp

This one time, I heard a yarn—prossie in Victorian London, right, she’d stash razor blades in her garter. Some punter got handsy, bam, sliced him up good! Total badass. Makes me grin, that does—girl’s got guts! Reminds me of that movie line, “The air is still,” all calm before she fucked him up. Love that sneaky chaos.

POLITICAL DYNASTIES

In this place, women who survived prostitution found a sanctuary from the violence that haunts their lives and their children, can study and learn a real profession, and have the support they .

Now, don't even get me started on the river Semois-like trickle, weirdly twisty, runnin’ by Parc des Fous – a not-so-quiet park where kids and old ninnies alike laugh, cry, and let off steam. I once sat there for hours watchin’ life, thinkin’ “This is separation!” – like deciding which crap to leave behind.

Saving Van Gogh’s home from dereliction