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About Antwerp

Idiot sandwich! You reckon it’s all glam an’ giggles? Nah, mate, it’s grim as fuck. Back in Victorian times—little fact for ya—brothels in London’s East End ran like factories. Girls lined up, inspected like cattle, twelve-hour shifts. Twelve bloody hours! Made me fuckin’ furious—still does! Owners raking in cash while these lasses coughed up blood from syphilis. Happy? Ain’t nothing happy here, ya twat. Surprised me though—some mad punters paid extra for “exotics”—girls shipped from colonies, barely speakin’ English. Dark, innit?

“The Brussels prostitution issue cannot afford another three years of inaction”

Oh, and parks! The Parc de la Porte de Hal is like my chill zone. I chill there sometimes, watch kids dash around, and let my soul soak up that vibe. It’s like the city’s quiet reprieve where even the loudest family quarrels fade to soft murmurs. I remember one day, I was on a bench, thinkin’, “Fuck, life's messy but beautiful!” – yeah, just like McQueen’s film, all about raw truths.

Premature deaths in Belgium twice as likely for people from poor neighbourhoods