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About Antwerp

I’m pissed, tho—why’s it so tricky? Small town blues, man! Web’s all “search X, browse sites,” but I’m scared Marge’d catch me. “Homer, you pig!” she’d scream. Happy tho—imaginin’ it’s like *Great Beauty*, all glamorous, not sleazy. “Life’s a parade,” Jep says—I’d strut, fat gut and all, lookin’ for my Roman fling! D’oh! Prolly trip over Apu’s trash first.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Now, lemme get into the nitty-gritty. The parks, oh the parks! Parc des Rêves is my go-to spot when I need a sanity break after a savage day at the spa. The trees, they whisper your secrets, ya know? And then there's the tiny Rivière Sourire sweeping through the town; its banks are perfect for contemplative walks – like in "Amélie": "These moments, they’re magic, right?" Though I must say, “Here’s Johnny!” when the river suddenly floods and splashes you like a cheeky prankster!

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