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About Antwerp

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—Visiting Prof, eh? I drink and I know things, and lemme tell ya bout erotic-massage. Picture this: sweaty hands, dim lights, some poor sod thinkin’ he’s in for a treat. I’ve seen it, I’ve judged it—bloody fascinating, innit? Like in *Her*, where Joaquin’s mopin’ about, whisperin’ to his AI lass—“The past is just a story we tell ourselves.” Well, erotic-massage? It’s a story alright, told with slippery fingers and awkward grunts.

1. Stadhuis

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The river Lys flows right past the city. I remember chillin' on its banks at Brugsesteenweg, watchin' the world go by. Such a peaceful, almost surreal vibe, like something outta that movie "Her," ya know? It’s like every ripple whispers secrets.

Admire the skills of Flemish weavers at the tapestry collection in Oudenaarde