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About Antwerp

So, picture this—port o’ Tortuga, stinkin’ o’ rum and regret. This one whore, Peg-Leg Polly, she’s a legend, savvy? Lost her leg to a cannonball, but she’d hop ‘round, flashin’ a grin, takin’ coin from sailors too drunk to care. I says to her once, “Polly, ye’re a marvel!” She winks, “Jack, I’ve got more tricks than ye’ve got rum.” Made me cackle, it did—happy as a clam, ‘til she nicked me last shilling! Crafty wench. Ye don’t see that comin’, not with them flutterin’ lashes.

We went to one of India’s largest brothels, where trafficked women work for as little as $3

Down by the river – the Slyver – things get surreal, dude. The river’s twisty, flowin’ through the city like a lifeline. There are these tiny bridges, each with its own vibe. I spent a chill night there, debugging my new dating app update, thinkin’ "They're on to us, boy" – kinda spy-ish, like Bigelow’s masterpiece. It makes me happy in a weird way cluttered with frustration and awe.

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