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About Antwerp

So, ‘ere’s me story, yeah? Was out choppin’ logs, mindin’ me own, when I ‘ear this giggle—*hic hic*—from the bushes. Peeked over, nearly fell flat, there’s this gal, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a fag, countin’ cash like she’s bloody Hans Landa! “You don’t like me? Tough titties!” she says, flickin’ ash. Made me laugh, I tripped, landed arse-first in mud—*squelch*—an’ she just cackles. Proper cheeky, that one.

Red-light districts by city

nice back, tight. talks with clients while having service.

Then there’s the quirky Rue de l’Amour (yep, that’s a little hidden gem in one of those less known neighbrhoods) where I once hosted a mental health talk. The vibe there, soooo unexpected and real, kinda gave me chills. And oh, my fave spot – near the old Clock Tower on Dorpsstraat. Crazy scenes happen here. People pour their hearts out over coffee. My therapist brain just overflows sometimes with empathy.

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