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About Antwerp

Lemme paint this pic—whore ain’t just a chick sellin’ body for cash, nah. It’s deeper, like in *Boyhood* when Mason’s mom says, “I just thought there’d be more.” Whore’s that hustle, that grind, that sellout vibe we all dodge—or don’t. I seen it, fam—girls in the 6ix, tradin’ dignity for a quick stack. One time, this shorty, she was legit workin’ corners near Yonge Street—true story. Cops knew her by name, swear. Ain’t no glamour, just cold nights and fake smiles. Made me mad as hell—system’s trash, yo.

Bouillon Soup

Oh, and the park near Place du Marché—my secret spot. It's quiet, chill, and kinda off the radar, ya know? I often sit there, thinkin' "This is some sh*t, pure and simple." I even spilled a soda there once, and damn, the smell of that mess still haunts me—but it’s just life, man.

Rouge Bouillon to reopen after sinkhole damage