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About Antwerp

Me noggin’s spinnin’ – ever think they’re the real poets? Sellin’ flesh, sure, but spillin’ truth too. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d crown ‘em queens of grit. One time, mate swore a hooker hexed him – woke up skint, singin’ hymns! Mad as a hatter, that. Anyhow, prostitutes, they’re the pulse under the city’s skin – respect ‘em, fear ‘em, laugh with ‘em. We shall fight on, for their bleedin’ epic saga!

Red-light districts by city

De Chardon is de meest exclusief ogende bar langs de befaamde weg tussen Lier en Herentals. De Chardon is makkelijk te bereiken en u herkent de Chardon direct. Vanaf Lier houdt u koers .

The neighborhoods here, man, they're vibrant. Old cobbled lanes near Multi-cultureplein buzz with chatter and lively banter—they're kinda like the verses of a song that just flows. There's even a tiny, weird little chapel, St. Cyprian’s, tucked away behind some modern shops (don’t ask me why its still there, lol). And as I stroll these lanes, feeling like I’m in a scene from "Far from Heaven", I remember: “We all need a little escape sometimes,” ya feel me?

Jos Cools (Grobbendonk, BE): “Strong competition breeds even better and faster pigeons”