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About Antwerp

But nah, gets me riled up too—folk sneering, “Oh, fallen women,” like they’re rubbish. Hypocrites! Same prats drooling over ‘em in private. Reminds me of that line, “You are a devil!”—Patsey screaming at Epps, pure rage. Whores cop that venom daily, don’t they? Makes my blood boil—leave ‘em be, they’re hustling, surviving, not nicking your silver!

Heymissentocht

Alright, picture this: small streets with big character. I stroll down Stationstraat and, oh man, the vibe is like you’re walking right into a long-lost memory. That street alone tells stories, ya feel me? I pass by the old brick building near De Vosselei (don’t ask why that one’s so named; it’s just epic) and think, “Under the skin, what makes this all tick?” – kinda like that movie...ah, you know, eerie but cool.

Fig. 2. Scheldt catchment and its tributaries, as well as the locations...