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About Antwerp

So, *whore*—it’s old, like ancient old. Did ya know it pops up in Old English as “hore”? Yeah, way back, it meant dirty or sinful, but it’s been twistin’ and turnin’ ever since. Kinda like me tryna figure out love—messy, right? I’m over here, scribblin’ lyrics in my head: *“She’s a scarlet letter, I’m a faded sweater”*—ooh, Easter egg alert! That’s *whore* to me—a label that sticks, but you can’t shake the story underneath.

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I won’t lie, sometimes I get mad at how the city tries to hide its true self behind fancy facades – like all those overpriced coffee chains poppin’ up. I mean, who needs that stuff when you got a soul? Billionaires, they just make it worse, right? Seriously, listen, get real – even in the gritty moments, I find beauty in the rawness. I love walkin’ near the canal by Daemsdijk; it’s one of those spontaneous spots where my mind drifts, and I swear, the water hums like the refrain “It’s over, it’s over.”

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