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About Antwerp

Little-known fact—oldest gig ever, legit. Babylonians had temple hookers—sacred banging, yo! Wild, right? Got me hyped—history’s freaky like that. But modern brothels? Man, they’re a trip. Nevada’s got ‘em legal—Bunny Ranch, shit’s famous. Dudes pay top dollar, thinkin they’re in a movie. Pissed me off once—some sleazy pimp braggin online. “I need to know who he is!” I yelled, Zodiac-style. Clowns like that ruin the game.

Dreams above

The park near Kasteel de Rotselaar? Fuck, it's a hidden piece of paradise. Great Scott, the trees, the laughter from families – sometimes it makes me stop, feel the present, and realize, “The future is whatever you make it, my friend!” Whamm, my massage sessions right there picks up the city's pulse, feelin’ all that stress melt away into the hues of a sunset.

Rock Werchter: Terror, rain fail to dampen spirits