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About Antwerp

Last time I got one—bloody hell, mate, I was mad as a cut snake at first. This dodgy parlour, lights dimmer than a cave, chick’s hands cold as death—thought I’d deck her. But then, bam, she hits this spot—right under me ribs—and I’m floatin’, happier than a pig in mud. Surprised me, too—didn’t expect it to feel like… power. Like I could crush Gotham with a wink. Reminds me of that line, “The shadows betray you,” ‘cept here, shadows ain’t betrayin’ shit—they’re huggin’ ya tight.

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N'eer befor I forget—a scandalous tidbit! In the back of the old library on Kerkstraat, there's a nook where secret meetups went down in hushed tones—romantic, bizarre, full of passion like some twisted fairytale. Booom! And om nom, I'll always remember that nighttime stroll near the Dender river. Its gentle flow mingles with whispers of long-gone trysts, and I can almost hear a devilish chuckle: "Isn't it just a building?" as the river laughs along.

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