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About Antwerp

I first heard it in some dive bar, sticky floor, cheap beer – perfect! Some dude said it’s got roots in old blues, like hookers sang it waitin’ for johns. True? Who knows, sounds dope tho! Got me pumped, dancin’ like a fool – Marge’d kill me! That synth riff? Hits hard, like “You’re in or you’re out!” from the flick.

Campo Santo

I get mad sometimes when noise blares in the quiet alleyways. But, oh well – that’s life. Our hearts echo in each stone. Every street holds stories. I sometimes scribble them in a notebook on my balcony near the river. I gotta say it: Snt-Amandsberg is raw, messy, and beautiful.

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