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About Antwerp

Walkin’ fast, heart thumpin’, spot one—heels high, eyes sharp. “You want fun, big guy?” she goes. Happy? Kinda—real talk, no bullshit, I dig that. Reminds me, Toni’s dad—droppin’ truth bombs, fake teeth and all. “Life’s a comedy,” he’d smirk—prostitute’s laugh? Same vibe, dark and real. Asked her, “why this?”—says, “Pays, babe, better than Walmart.” Fair, I nod—credits over pride, hmm?

What is the legality of prostitution in Paris?

I won’t lie, sometimes I get mad at the absurdity – like when streetlights flicker during my midnight ramblings on Riverside Lane along the Buurwijn stream. It’s like the city’s playing a naughty game just with its lighting. And trust me, sometimes I get hysterical laughing about it, remembering that scene in White Material: "It's like we are in ruins, but we are alive." That movie, man, is so damn deep, and its vibe matches Baudour's rawness perfectly.

Industrial production of ‘green sleepers’ for Infrabel starts