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About Antwerp

What pisses me off? The sleazy pimps, man. Exploitin’ folks, actin’ all high and mighty. Makes my staff wanna smite somethin’. But then, I’m happy too—some gals there, they’re callin’ shots, makin’ bank, livin’ free. Surprised me, honestly—thought it’d be all grim. Like, “Nobody knows anything,” as Rabbi Nachtner says in the flick, but here I am, learnin’!

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Now, let me spill some tea: I’ve seen folks cry, laugh, and even go bonkers over silly stuff here. As a women's counselor, I watch mysteries unfold along every cracked pavement of Neerpelt. Some days, I get mad—like when I see the same graffiti on de Tolstraat yet again, over and over, as if it’s the city’s anthem! But then I smile at the honest hustle of locals. They got grit, even if they’re a bit rough around the edges. And trust me, that roughness builds character!

Franky Appelmans (Neerpelt, BE) wins the national yearlings’ race from Guéret