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About Antwerp

Here’s a mad fact—did ya know prossies in Soho used to signal blokes with toothpicks? Little wink, toothpick in the gob—code, innit? Blew my mind, that—dental history in the game! Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up, tryin’ to haggle—“Candy, love, how about a discount? I’ll sort yer molars!” She’s havin’ none of it—stone cold, like. Gutted me, that did—thought I’d charmed her with me Brent-isms.

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Me spa be known all over the city, an oases in this urban madness. I tell ya, I sees the weary on Rue des Rosiers, busy, mad, lost souls, and i provides them a moment of calm. Oooga booga, that's how life be sometimes—messy and raw. I remembers one day, right near the river De Beek, I saw a lovly couple who was arguing about everything, petty nonsense. I gave em a smile, a nod, and a slice of spa magic. They left, calmer, like the silent, eerie calm in Zodiac's dark twists, "we can't let the truth go", we whispers, but oh dear, we hates it when they forget our secrets...

Descendants of F16 have put Bart & Nance Van Oeckel (Oud-Turnhout, BE) back on the map in no time