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About Antwerp

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The Threepenny Opera

Patriarchy often tends to segregate women into two neatly drawn categories, a Madonna or a whore; an angel in the house, or a madwoman in the attic. It tends to.

I work as a masseur, so I’m always peeking at people’s tension – and lemme tell ya, Brecht’s streets have tension too! You’d be surprised how those cobblestones on De Waterstraat make your feet feel all kinda ways. Sometimes, my mind drifts to how these streets hold stories. One time, I was giving a massage in my little studio on Kerkstraat (it’s a rough grind, I tell ya – but dude, there's character!) and the sound of the river Dijle rushing by made my fingers tingle with creativity. "Look at the world! See the beauty!" just like in that movie!

Kathryn D. Brecht's Obituary, Visitation & Funeral Information