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About Antwerp

Let’s get real—whores ain’t all doom ‘n gloom. Some own it, flip the script. Like in Oldboy, “Laugh and the world laughs with you.” This one time, read ‘bout a whore in Paris, 1800s—called La Païva. Built a freakin’ mansion off her “work.” Gold faucets, marble floors—over-the-top, right? Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but that’s the legend! Surprised me—thought, damn, she’s a boss! Makes you wonder—who’s really playin’ who?

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The Fico, where Giovanni and his cronies from the Red City brigade (see Neighbourhood World: Kings for a day) find themselves drinking one Saturday night, was probably the best known .

The Semois river cuts through central Florenville. Flowing gentle, soothing like a lullaby. I often chill by the riverbank at Parc des Rives. Trust me, nothing beats the vibes there, like “Meet me in Montauk” whispers in the breeze… though not literally! There’s magic in its quiet, telling me to let go, you know, let go.

Tragic pilot's body undiscovered for 34 years after last flight in skies of Shropshire