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About Antwerp

So, escorts, right? They’re out there, makin’ cash, livin’ wild. I heard this one story – swear it’s true – some escort in Vegas once got hired by a guy who just wanted her to play poker with him all night. No hanky-panky, just cards! Freaky, huh? Made me happy, tho – not everythin’s bout the dirty deed. But then I get mad, ‘cause some jerks treat ‘em like trash, ya know? “Call it, friendo,” I’d say to those creeps, like they’re in the movie, thinkin’ they own people. D’oh! Ain’t right.

Escort Brecht

Brecht escorts his public to the gates of Thespis, and then slams these obstruc tions in its face. The present volume presents us with our first over-all.

Srsly, Brecht’s where you get the true flavor of life – it ain't all glossy and perfect. Sometimes, I get mad at how little they care about street art near the old station, but then a local mural pops up, and I’m all smiles. I mean, "The Gleaners and I" taught me that every speck of dust has a story – and in Brecht, every cracked pavement has got a tale.

From passes to pitches: Rockies draft Brecht