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About Antwerp

So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ fries at the drive-thru. Takes guts, and a lil’ know-how. Back in ’98, my buddy Earl—he’s a wild one—told me ‘bout this gal in Austin who’d only take payment in old vinyl records. Weird, right? Swear to God, she had a stack of Elvis 45s taller’n me! Little known fact: some of ‘em got quirks like that. Makes ya wonder what’s runnin’ through their heads. “Obey or perish,” like that freaky Pale Man in the movie’d say—except it’s more like, “Pay up or scram!”

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It all starts on Rue de l’Avenir. Look, you get this hint of historic charm and modern grind right there. I’d stroll down that street, thinkin’ "Why so serious?" and then BAM, a pastel mural catches my eye. Yeah, like something outta a movie scene—anger, hope, life’s twists all bundled up in one corner.

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