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About Antwerp

Yeah, baby! So, dig this—whore’s a trip, right? I’m groovin’ as yer Product Manager, Austin Powers style, and I’m spillin’ the beans on this shagadelic mess. Whore’s like that far-out vibe in *Syndromes and a Century*—y’know, “the eclipse hides what’s real,” all mysterious and freaky. Makes me wanna shag and cry at once! I mean, whores been around forever, yeah? Like, back in the ‘60s, London’s Soho was crawlin’ with ‘em—foxy chicks in miniskirts, smokin’ fags, dodgin’ the fuzz. Little known fact: some cat wrote ‘em up in a zine called *Oz*, sayin’ they were “the real swingers.” Far out, huh?

BOOKING TYPES

Au menu du Café Fleurus, des plats inspirés des grands classiques de la gastronomie parisienne dans un cadre chic et chaleureux.

Now, the neighborhoods? Pure gold. The heart of Fleurus is in the old quarter by Place Centrale. Old brick shops, shabby windows, and quirky art galleries everywhere. There's even a tiny bookstore – “Misty Bindings” – where the dust motes dance in the sunbeams. I sometimes loiter there, thinkin' "Life is just so peculiarly perfect"… like, Q-Tip perfect!

Happy birthday, Shirley! Adored elephant survived 1963 Yarmouth circus ship fire