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About Antwerp

What pisses me off? The stench. Gods, it’s like that bathhouse in the movie—sweaty, grimy, makes ya gag. But what got me happy? Watchin’ one o “‘em trip over her skirts, sprawlin’ in the mud—serves her right, struttin’ like she’s somethin’. Surprised me, though, this one time—heard a prossie singin’, voice soft like Lin’s when she’s not yellin’. Caught me off guard, almost felt… somethin’. Then I remembered who I am. Screw that.

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The locals, ah, they’re a motley crew. Some days, I’m mad as a wet hen ‘cause the council decides to ban the night markets, and other days, I’m grinnin' like a madman when I stumble on a surprise street party, like right on Fusion Ave. And trust me, those parties are pure, raw magic – just like a scene outta Fish Tank where somethin’ unexpected just explodes into life.

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