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About Antwerp

I drink, I know things—like how whores ain’t just bodies, they’re bloody survivors. “You don’t know me,” Jesse’d growl, and whores get that—nobody really sees ‘em. I’d exaggerate and say they’re the backbone of Westeros, but nah, too far. Still, they’ve got grit. Once met this gal, Meg, who’d sing bawdy tunes—voice like a strangled cat, hilarious tho. “Coward’s way out,” she’d cackle, mockin’ shy punters. Loved her for it.

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Man, the neighborhoods are alive. Neighbourhood De Molenstraat – literally mill vibes. Molenstraat is full of history and exxpensive beer. Every stone whispers scandals. I got mad when a bar closed near my office. No more late chats there.

Traditional lambic beer in the spotlight during "The Night of Great Thirst"