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About Antwerp

Dig this—little known fact: some whores, back in old Moscow, ran spy games. Tricked dumbasses for secrets, cold cash. Smart, ruthless—respect that hustle. Pisses me off when people judge, tho. What’s she supposed to do, starve? Hypocrites everywhere, sipping vodka, pointing fingers. “The wind blows hard”—Turin Horse againaghetti—whore’s wind don’t stop her. She’s chaos, sure, but clever chaos.

St Martinus kerk

Parks? Heck yeah. Ever strolled through Park van de Vrede? It’s the chillest place ever. Birds chirping, old benches that’ve seen more epic breakups and, like, romantic meet-cutes than I can count. And you might catch me there, ranting about a buggy feature in my dating app – because guess what, life’s a series of moments, man. Sometimes I get so mad, it's like I'm reciting Dogville lines: “There’s no escape, just endless loops!” or words to that effect.