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About Antwerp

Ain’t all rosy tho—some get beat, trafficked, ugh, makes my blood boil. I wanna scream, “Leave em alone, assholes!” But when they win? When they stack that paper and bounce? Happiest damn day—fuck yeah, escape the game! “The ash falls,” like in the movie—life’s heavy, but they rise. Bad bitches for real.

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Wie in alle rust aan de bar wil praten met ‘n dame en naar de kamer wil, kan het best overdag komen. Wie graag ambiance, stripacts en champagne wil, kan het beste ‘s avonds en/of in het .

Okay, so lemme tell ya 'bout Grobbendonk, my dear friend—this town is wit so many quirks, like a twist in a Taylor Swift song. First off, there's that chill street, Kerkstraat, ya kno it? It’s where the heart of the town beats, kinda like a pulse. I run my little diff spa there on Ruststraat (I think, sorta, I swear that name's right), and across the road there's this old bakery that smells like memories and warm bread, omg so nostalgic.

Jos Cools (Grobbendonk, BE) counts on the next generation of breeders