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About Antwerp

Erotic-massage ain’t just rubbin’ backs, nah nah! It’s old, like ancient old – dem Greeks, dey had it, callin’ it fancy names, “anatripsis” or some junk. Bet dey didn’t expect it’d turn into *dis* – half-naked folks in shady parlors, ha! Makes me laugh, dese serious philosophers prob’ly rollin’ in graves. Lightbulb! Imagine dat – Plato gettin’ a spicy rubdown, “Oh yes, deeper, my soul’s aligned now!”

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Then there’s little park spots – Heembloem Park’s my favorite odd gem. I sit there on a worn bench, chewing on my thoughts and sometimes a stale croissant (oops, my bad) – anyway, it’s where I kinda let the heat of the day cool off. Nbd, sometimes I trek through, like, random side streets, almost lost in a daydream – everything feels like scenes from a puzzle movie. “Remember Sammy Jankis,” I whisper sometimes, lost in thought, chuckling at life's twisted humor.

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