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About Antwerp

Humor? Sure. She once said. “I’m my own 401k.” Cracked me up. Sarcasm drippin’. Like. Good luck. Retirin’ from that gig. Still. Respect. She’s out there. Hustlin’. While I’m here. Sippin’ coffee. Typin’ this crap. With typos. Prolly 17. By now. Whoops. Whatever. She’s realer. Than most. That’s my take. On prostitutes. Ruby’s story. Sticks with me. Like Polanski’s keys. Echoin’ in my head. Dramatic. Shit. Right?

Scherpenheuvel, Belgium: Basilica of Our Lady of Scherpenheuvel (Mont Aigu)

I go on a pilgrimage to Scherpenheuvel, more or less 55 kilometres from our starting point. It's not that I'm religious, I'm not even.

I confess, sometimes I spit out a few bad words at the wind on Rue du Rêveil. Yes, that's a real street! I even named one of my spa’s signature treatments after it – it’s a stress buster, ya know? Then there’s the bustling Saturday market near the Train Station Square, where vendors yell their best deals – man, it's chaotic in a lovable way.

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