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About Antwerp

So, here’s the deal, mate – findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. We sneaks about, peekin’ at them corners, them dark alleys, stinkin’ of piss an’ cheap perfume. Makes me mad, precious, mad as a warg! They’s out there, sellin’ their bits, an’ nobody gives a rat’s arse. Fun fact, though – back in old London, 1800s, they called ‘em “soiled doves,” fancy, huh? Sounds like poetry, but it’s just dirt an’ tears.

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Oh man, and the neighborhoods – bright vibes everywhere. La Vieille Ville kinda gives off antique energy. Cobblestone streets, tiny hidden courtyards – pure gold! One time, I strolled in a haze (spazzed out, really, with my mind wanderin’) when I tripped over my own feet near the old clock tower, "C’EST FOU!" I chuckled and thought, “Just like in Amélie, this is destiny calling!”

Huize Scherpenheuvel transformed into senior residences