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About Antwerp

So yeah, findin’ one ain’t hard—look in the dodgy bits o’ town, them dark corners. But watch yerself, mate—they’re crafty! One minute ya got yer precious, next it’s gone, poof! Like them spirits stealin’ names. “Don’t forget who ya are,” I says to meself, clutchin’ me imaginary ring. Wouldn’t trade me *Spirited Away* fer no prossie, though—best damn movie ever! We loves it, we does! *raspy chuckle* What’s yer take, eh? Gollum’s got yer back!

Legal subjects

Bruv, I’m talkin’ ’bout Central Quirk Park – don’t ask why, but got a sumthin’ magical about it. Like, ever seen a river spill nappies on da way? Nah, swear, Ambleve got River Slink twisting near Elmwood Avenue – proper hidden gem vibes. Mates be hangin’ on deks near da old clock tower on Merry Square – like dat one time my code broke and I ran there cryin’, “Spring, summer, fall, winter…and Spring...” – sound bad? I felt that deep, it’s like life loop, innit.

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