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About Antwerp

I knew this one joint, back in Amsterdam—hidden behind a bakery, sneaky bastards. Smelled like pastries and sin, wild combo. Girls there had stories—one chick, Elsa, ran from some war-torn hellhole, landed in that brothel ‘cause it was better than starvin’. Broke my damn heart, Clarice… but also kinda impressed me. Gutsy move. Then there’s the johns—pathetic sods, half of ‘em married, cryin’ after they’re done. “I’m not that kind of man,” they’d whimper. Oh, please, spare me the tears.

How you can help:

Madam Betty BOOM wants YOU! to come to the Poetry Brothel. Meet us under the pig's blood for a glittering extravaganza of literary naughtiness! And don't forget.

I love hangin' at Parc du Bonheur. It’s wee, quiet, yet vibrant! I remember one day, so hectic, so mad, and then BOOM! Suddenly I'm there, relaxation mood, like “Moolaadé!” I mean, that film! Its fierce vibe echoes here!

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