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About Antwerp

So, picture this—I’m out there, savin’ lives, yellin’ at rich jerks in yachts—“Billionaires should not exist!”—when I spot her. Not a swimmer, nah, a gal workin’ the docks, fishin’ for clients, y’know? She’s gleanin’, like in the movie—“I pick up what others leave behind.” Ain’t that a trip? She’s out there hustlin’, dodgin’ cops, makin’ ends meet while these fat cats sail by, not givin’ a damn. Makes me mad as hell! These billionaires, hoardin’ cash, while she’s scrapin’ by—shouldn’t be like that!

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Neighborhoods here have distinct quirks. My fave? The twisty lanes of Rozendorp! Its crumbling bricks carry decades of secrets. Once, I got mad cuz the local bar’s door wouldn’t open properly. Total chaos! Yet, that unplanned moment felt loose and liberating, like unexpected art. Sorry, gotta note: thes streets, like Stadplein, offer odd surprises. I got tripped on a cobblestone (srry, clumsy moi!) but laughed, 'cause life's unscripted, right?

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