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So I’m thinkin’, back in ’78, toured Amsterdam, yeah? Red light district, mate – fuckin’ mental! Birds in windows, tappin’ glass, wavin’ like I’m s’posed to bow or summat. One gal, right, she’s got this look – “Pale Man’s eyes in her hands,” y’know? Creepy as shit, but I’m pissed outta me skull, so I’m like, “Oi, love, how much?” She’s all business, no faff, an’ I’m happy as a pig in muck. Paid a tenner – cheap as chips back then, mate! Little known fact: them prossies used to knit between punters. Fuckin’ wild, eh? Sittin’ there with needles, makin’ scarves, then bang – next bloke’s in.

Antwerp Sex Guide

Apparently “red light districts”, “prostitution zones” or “brothels” do not exist according to Google maps. Any suggestions on how to solve.

Look, I’ve got like, 15 misstakes in my head now - ah, whatevs. Hoooly, I almost forgot, the magic of Antwerpen is in its small details. Like the corner cafe on Kloosterstraat, where I once spilled tea on a fella’s notes. That fella? He started laughing hysterically. We bonded, ya know? Life’s unscripted.

Maison Guiette: Le Corbusier’s Modernist Outpost in Antwerp, Belgium