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About Antwerp

Me, I’d stumble in—classic Boris, all floppy hair and “err, hello!”—and trip over me own feet. Probs get angry at the prices—daylight robbery, I tell ya! Fifty quid for a quick fumble? *Cave felis*! Watch the wallet, mate! But then—happy vibes, cos some working girls got stories—proper yarns! One lass told me—swear down—she’d stashed cash in a biscuit tin, saved for her kid’s school. Heart of gold, that one—surprised me, didn’t it? Not all doom and gloom.

Red-light districts by city

Street names, parks, crazy hidden gems – I see ‘em daily, on a mad run. Sometimes I get mad at potholes on Kasteelstraat (not really, but ya know, the small annoyances gotta exist). I get so hyped when the pharmacy’s new jazz tune plays 'round the corner. Sounds like Kanye's lyric spit in the air – boomin' and soulful.

Police raid drug lab and illegal cigarette factory in Antwerp Province