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About Antwerp

So, picture this—some chick in Tehran, maybe, hustlin’ like in *Ten*. “You’re a woman, a mother!”—that’s the vibe from the film, right? But she’s out there, workin’ the streets, no safety net. Blows my mind, man! I’m over here sandin’ down a table, she’s dodgin’ cops—same grind, diff game. Little known fact: back in ancient Rome, prostitutes rocked yellow wigs—standin’ out like a frickin’ LED sign. Marketin’ genius! Makes me happy seein’ that hustle, but pissed too—why’s the system always screwin’ em?

De kroniek van Sint-Martens-Latem

Expect random bursts of color, quirky alleys with graffiti, and secret corners where history whispers. And if you wander near De Lindeplein, dude, you find a little oasis where time seems to pause—almost as if the universe whispers, "Cut the act, let’s just be."

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